As a 22Yr old women, I walked into the Hospital in the 70s to have an abortion.
By then 3 of my girlfriends had each had abortions and although it was ‘unfortunate; that I was going to have one, it had always seemed ‘kind of inevitable’. I sincerely did not think of abortion as anything more than a more complicated form of birth control.
After all, I did grow up in a wealthy non-Christian family and been well educated in my human biology classes at high school. I didn’t consider the 12 week old baby that was growing in my womb to be anything more than a group of ‘cells’ that was called a ‘foetus’. I was not going to have a baby. It simply was not convenient for me at that time, so I was able to make myself feel no guilt at all about getting rid of it.
No guilt at all, that is, UNTIL I WOKE UP FROM THE ANESTHETIC! As I opened my eyes, to my HORROR, there was NO DOUBT IN MY MIND that I had just committed MURDER. This new understanding was very strange because it completely contradicted all my previous conclusions about abortion.
I was shocked. All of a sudden, I knew instinctively that what I had just done was WICKED and that I should NEVER under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES EVER do it again! I had BETRAYED the baby inside me that had been TRUSTUNG me to nurture and protect it. I felt so ashamed that I had committed an unspeakable EVIL.
I HAD KILLED MY OWN BABY.
