Making Sense of Your Own or a Loved One’s Abortion Experience
Changed: Making Sense of Your Own or a Loved One’s Abortion Experience (Hardcover)
by Michaelene Fredenburg
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Many men, women, grandparents, siblings, other family members and friends are seeking to make sense of their own or a loved one’s abortion experience. Whether you have personally experienced abortion, someone close to you has, or you are seeking to sensitively and compassionately communicate with others about abortion – this book is a safe place to begin. Order now »
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I Wish Someone Had Told Me…
That the first time I had sex, I would get pregnant.
That the man with whom I shared that first intimate moment would choose not to father his own child.
That the man who seemed to know what was best would actually be encouraging me to make the most regretful decision of my life, as well as his.
That $300, or any other amount of money, would not fix my problem, but instead would cause more emotional and physical trauma than I could ever possibly imagine…. And would ultimately change my life forever.
That my choice was being based on feeling frightened, shocked, self-seeking, deserving, irresponsible, and worried about what my parents, neighbors, friends and family might think.
That there were people who would have loved to have adopted and cherished my child.
That there were agencies who would have helped me, if I had decided to parent or place my baby.
That my parents might truly have understood if I had shared the news of my pregnancy with them.
Not to make a rash decision based on the needs of others: my boyfriend, my family…or on my scholarship to the university!
That my life didn’t have to stop, just because I was pregnant. Other options were available!
That life is about choices, and this pro-choice I was making…would result in a truly poor choice down the line.
That there was actually at least one person out there who would help me, so that my child’s life would not end!
I Wish Someone Had Told Me…
That the abortion clinic’s staff would humiliate me minute by minute, hour upon hour.
That Planned Parenthood, and Family Planning, both wouldn’t know the first thing about caring for their clients.
That the girl ahead of me in line, would laugh the whole time, claiming her 5th abortion, and that it was easy and not to worry!
That I truly could have gotten off the table when I realized I was making a horrific mistake.
That I could have changed my mind until the very last minute, no matter what the doctors or nurses said.
That the procedure was not like the removal of a tooth. I don’t regret my trips to the dentist.
That a part of my maternity would die on that table, right along with my child.
That I would feel more appalled with myself after the procedure, as I walked out the back door of the clinic.
That people didn’t talk about these kind of things! After it was over, I wouldn’t be able to talk about it either.
That there would be so much physical and emotional pain involved… not just then, but 23 years later.
That I would lose a part of my dignity, self-love and purpose in life!
That one day I truly would regret this choice.
I Wish Someone Had Told Me…
I wasn’t God, and that all life and death were determined by Him!