Reclaiming Our Children: A Blog About Healing After Abortion

I must admit, sometimes in this abortion debate I feel like I am floating somewhere outside, on the periphery, looking in, while the world dissects and argues about abortion, the unborn, and the women who have abortions.  

For me, as a post-abortive mother, it is much more personal. It is about reclaiming my child.

It is about relationships, family, and my son, who is now “living in the Lord.” (Gospel of Life, Saint JPII).

At seventeen years old, I hid my pregnancy from my parents for over four months. When I finally told them, I was asked to leave the house and forget that I was their daughter. Coming from a Catholic family, it was the one scenario I had not played out in my head.

Staying temporarily at a friend’s, the pressure to abort began. I fought with the baby’s father.  My own father began having my sister call me telling me to have an abortion. With no job, no money, and no place go, in the end, I gave in to his demands.  Like many other women, it was not because of free choice, it was because I felt I had no choice.

Read the rest at Catholic Exchange.

(reprint 2010)