The Dark Road of Abortion

  Wayne
South Australia,  Australia
 
  The Dark Road of ABORTION                                                               

 I've walked the dark road of abortion.  I'm still lost on the dark and lonely track.  I don't believe in God.  People say God can help, but I'm more of an evolution man.  I take on the facts.  I love nature and all its beauty.  I see people in animals.   I have a love for hunting, fishing.  I love paleontology and archeology.  I take pride in being honest.  I've nothing against religion, so if you are, that's cool.  

I've read a lot about abortion, its effects on men and women.  Most opinions and most groups against it are religious, so I would like to give my--how would you say--my non-religious views on abortion and what it has done to me and my long term relationship.

I wasn't told until the morning William was killed.  It was a two day procedure.  He was 21 weeks or 5 months and 1 week.  They were the worst days of my life I knew it was bad for a woman, I read it somewhere.  I Googled the procedure, my god, it’s shocking.  My wife was no help, she can't read very well.  She was scared but not too scared to let those people at the clinic kill our son.  

The clinic workers, they are man hates.  Fathers don't count in abortions, they boast about it in their brochures.  If a woman goes through with the pregnancy you have to support the child, but you have no say in the abortion and you don't have to be told.  They spoke to me like a dumb teenager.  They were rude and disrespectful.  Just read their web sites.  “Abortions are wonderful, you will be okay.”  If you’re not okay it's because you had issues before, nothing to do with abortion.  What a mob of wankers.  

Okay, now let’s take a step back.  Would you work in a place like that?  So much sadness and heartache, they don't even use the word “abortion.”  Just speaking to them on the phone makes me so sad.  They have no hearts, no compassion.  

There are people out there to talk to but, being a man, it's a lonely place.  I'm lucky I have two adult children, but I would have had three if I was told.  I could have explained it to her, shown her how they do it, and shown her how developed our son was.  Clinics don't do that.

The way I found out was the worst.  Wouldn't you encourage my scared, hormonal, emotional wife that she should tell me?  The doctor that set this all up put me on sickness benefit.  I've been on it eight months now.  I'm still in a dark place.  They want me on antidepressants.  No way, I can’t trust doctors. I asked for Valium to help me sleep.  They won't give me any, so I just go without sleep.  I went from doing six days of work a week to doing nothing.  Lost weight, lost confidence, lost trust.  But worst of all I lost a son.  I wish I could tell you there's light at the end of this dark road.  I can't see it yet, so that's part of what abortion has done to me.

There's hardly a day that I don't ask why that my son was killed behind a lie. I try and try to understand why that people have the right to make another person die.  It's not fair, it's cruel, what a bloody stupid rule.

 I’m not a young man, and I'm no bloody fool. How can it be that an older bloke like me can't raise his 3rd child, to take him out bush and show him the wild? It's broken my heart I don't know where to start. Is a fathers love a joke because you’re a bloke?  If only you felt my pain.  Sometimes it drives me insane.  So what's to gain by my son’s life going down the drain?   I will never be the same, and I can take some blame.
It's been over year.  People look at me all queer and some with a sneer, because abortion they fear. They preach that it is right, but they have a child to hold tight. Well, I tell you it's wrong, and I use my words strong.  How would you feel, how would you deal when it hits you for real?  You will never see his smile, his personality, and style. Abortion’s no good, if only they understood.

William, my son, I hate what they have done. Let my son’s death be a warning when you wake up in the morning. When you look at your child and then you will see why I'm wild.  And then you discover there's another in a mother. That's another like no other that was my son, my son’s brother. Look at your daughter; don't send your child for slaughter. Abortion is mad and so bloody sad.

Written by Wayne, a loving father x
   
   
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