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#SilentNoMore: Woman’s Post-Abortion Powerful Story Is Triggering Others To Come Forward And Expose Abortion

By  Amanda Prestigiacomo
DailyWire.com

On Tuesday, an anonymous 44-year-old woman decided to come forward with her difficult and regret-filled abortion experience, which she had at just 16 years of age after being impregnated by her then-20-year-old boyfriend.

In detail, the woman recalled her boyfriend leaving her after her pregnancy announcement and pressuring her to kill their child. “F***, get rid of it,” the woman remembers her boyfriend telling her. “Your parents already threatened me with statutory rape charges. This is proof,” he said. “I don’t want it, and we’re done.”

When she told her parents of the news, they also pressured her to abort. “I was pregnant at 15, I can’t have a 16-year-old pregnant daughter. God, how could you embarrass me,” her mother told her.

After telling her mother she was going to keep the child, the young girl was met with more hostility. “[Y]ou’re an immature slut, you’re not even half as mature as I was as your age,” she remembers her mother saying.

“Then I’ll give the baby up for adoption,” the girl urged.

Now grown, with children of her own, the woman recalled what happened next: “My liberal dad snorts snorts ‘nobody wants a mixed baby. Your baby will languish in foster care. Is that what you want?’ My mother screeches ‘You’re out. You keep the baby, you’re out of this house. In fact, get the f*** out now.'”

Eight weeks into the pregnancy, the young girl was pressured into having the abortion by her parents. She remembers the procedure vividly, the sound of the “evil vacuum” sucking away the life of her unborn child, and the severe regret and pain she immediately felt – and still feels – following the abortion:

The pill makes everything hazy and unreal. My feet are in the stirrups and my mind is racing over all that’s happen. Then I hear it. It sounds like an evil vacuum. And I feel the pressure. My mind screams “NO” and then I start to scream “No, No, No, No, No, No”[.] This isn’t right. This isn’t right. This [vacuum] is killing. Its sucking the life out of me. I’m killing my baby. “No” I’m sobbing[.] The doctor tells me to quiet down, it will be over soon. I don’t. I can’t. I’m killing someone. Not anyone, but MINE[.] Again, he assures me it will be over soon. Little did I know, the nightmare for me would never be over. The vacuum continues. I feel violated, more violated than when I was raped 2 years earlier. It’s finally over. They wheel me out to the recovery room. I’m hysterically sobbing “my baby, my baby, my baby.”

Concluding her heart-wrenching story, the woman expressed the love she’ll always have for that child, the primary victim of the abortion.

“You were just a kid, people tell me,” she wrote. “I wasn’t though; the moment I became pregnant, I was a mom. And mom’s [sic] protect their children no matter what. I failed. Every June 8th, I’m reminded. I was reminded every time I heard my kids’ heartbeat, or even their laughter, that one is missing. One is dead [b]ecause I was given a ‘choice.’ I love you little one, I [always] will.”

The moving story was quickly noticed online, and in no time other women and men affected by abortion came forward to expose the evil act for it is.

Their bravery to come forward and share such devastating and important stories will, with the grace of God, spare other women from becoming victims of the abortion industry or even save unborn lives.

Below is the woman’s story in full, save for minor edits for clarification purposes:

My friend and I walk into the clinic. It looks like a regular clinic. The lady asks us at the desk what we want. Pregnancy test, we both say at the same time. We both pay our $10, because [Planned Parenthood] is not cheap. Both of our tests are positive. We both knew it. I know I’m about 3-4 weeks along. My friend is crying. I’m not. I love the father. We’re like Romeo/Juliet. He’s 20 and I’m 16. My parents have kept us apart, now they can’t. The nurse [asks] me first what I plan to do. I puff out my chest and say, ‘I’m keeping it’.’ Do you have an prenatal care[?] The nurse states no. Unless I want an abortion, they have no other services for me. She turns to my friend who’s still crying and says I want an abortion. The nurse says to me ‘there’s nothing else to be done, so you can leave.’ My friend allows me to stay. I sit for 1 ½ hours while [the] nurse spends 5 minutes going [through] procedure and [the rest] trying to brainstorm with my friend how she will [pay] $400 [for the abortion].

I rush home, I call the ‘man’ who loves me. I say, ‘we’re pregnant.’ We can be together. He screams in the phone ‘F***, get rid of it.’ Your parents already threatened me with statutory rape charges. This is proof. ‘I don’t want it, and we’re done.’ I’m stunned, but defiant. This is my baby. I can do this. I’m already in love with it. I’ll find [a way].

I know that I need to tell my parents … to get them on board to support me, so that night I sit them down. My father is oddly quiet. My mother is not. “I was pregnant at 15, I can’t have a 16 year old pregnant daughter. God, how could you embarrass me. “Mom no, I’m keeping it.” My mother says “you’re an immature slut, you’re not even half as mature as I was as your age.” My mom has a way of cutting me down to size, and she’s right. I’m immature. I thought he loved me, but I already love the baby growing inside of me. She/He is due June 8th. Me: Then I’ll give the baby up for adoption. My liberal dad snorts snorts “nobody wants a mixed baby. Your baby will languish in foster care. Is that what you want?” My mother screeches “You’re out. You keep the baby, you’re out of this house. In fact, get the f*** out now.” I leave the home in the dark and wander the street for hours. How the hell am I going to do this? I have no place to go. I’m sitting on a swing in the playground telling myself how stupid I am[.] I wander into the house around 2:00 a.m[.] My mother is sitting up. “ I guess because you’re back it means you’ll do what I say.” My mother’s demeanor changes. She’s almost giddy. I feel physically ill. Oh honey, don’t worry. You won’t have to go to that nasty planned parenthood. We’ll get a doctor to do it at the hospital.

At about 5 weeks pregnant, I see a doctor. He’s cold. He doesn’t explain the procedure other than to say that my parents paid for me to be under twilight. I’ll still be aware, but I won’t care[.] The procedure will be simple and quick, he assures me. They do an ultrasound to date the pregnancy, which is turned away from my face, and schedule my abortion for 3 weeks later. 3 weeks later I am prepped for surgery I am brought into a surgical room and given a pill. The pill makes everything hazy and unreal. My feet are in the stirrups and my mind is racing over all that’s happen. Then I hear it. It sounds like an evil vacuum. And I feel the pressure. My mind screams “NO” and then I start to scream “No, No, No, No, No, No”[.] This isn’t right. This isn’t right. This [vacuum] is killing. Its sucking the life out of me. I’m killing my baby. “No” I’m sobbing[.] The doctor tells me to quiet down, it will be over soon. I don’t. I can’t. I’m killing someone. Not anyone, but MINE[.] Again, he assures me it will be over soon. Little did I know, the nightmare for me would never be over. The vacuum continues. I feel violated, more violated than when I was raped 2 years earlier. It’s finally over. They wheel me out to the recovery room. I’m hysterically sobbing “my baby, my baby, my baby.” I know I’m loud[.] A nurse comes in and get in my face[,] “shut up, she says; you’re disturbing the other patients.” Apparently I don’t deserve the respect of a patient, and I agree. I’m scum. I’m a murderer. They won’t let anybody back there, but my aunt who works at the hospital sneaks back. She sees my state and holds me while I cry. To this day, she’s the only liberal family member who is pro-life. I have always wondered if that was the moment for her. They let me get dressed, I’m bleeding and cramping and it’s horrible. They give me some meds.I go home and I’m still sobbing although hysteria has tempered. I lay down in the bed & let my mother hug me. The women who gave me life, but wouldn’t let me.

You were just a kid people tell me. I wasn’t though, the moment I became pregnant, I was a mom. And mom’s [sic] protect their children no matter what. I failed. Every June 8th, I’m reminded. I was reminded every time I heard my kids heartbeat, or even their laughter , that one is missing. One is dead Because I was given a “choice.” I love you little one, I [always] will.

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