Finding Real Peace

The Post-Abortion Review
Vol 9, No 1, Jan-Mar 2001
Karen Temple
Elliot Institute
Reproduced with Permission

It was June 1977 when I found myself pregnant. I felt like my whole life was crashing in. Nice girls like me don't get pregnant! I had just finished my junior year in high school and had made the Honor Roll. I had started looking into different colleges. I was making big plans for my life.

What would everyone say when they found out I was pregnant? They would know what I had been doing in the first place. I had seen the shame and ridicule other girls had taken when they found themselves pregnant. I couldn't stand the thought of being publically humiliated.

When I told my parents, they "solved" the problem of embarrassment for me. They knew of a friend at work who was also a nurse. She would make arrangements for me to have an abortion.

I wasn't given any other options except abortion. I reasoned that I had already disappointed my parents once by getting pregnant, so I didn't want to disappoint them again by having the baby.

By this time I was in such an emotional state that I turned off all logical thinking processes. I let my parents take over; it was so easy to have them make the decisions for me. I gave no consideration for the baby that was growing inside me. I only thought of myself and what others would think of me.




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