BABY CORY DESERVED MORE REPRESENTATION

 

I was young when I became pregnant � seventeen and not yet graduated from high school.� I had so many dreams about my future then.� There were no spiritual teachings in my immediate family, and all I could think about is how much of a burden I would be to everyone around me and how embarrassing it would be to go to school with a large belly.� The men in my life (my boyfriend, my dad) suddenly became very unavailable.� They avoided me and the �problem�.� My mother took on the role of �Whatever you decide to do� and the �It�s your decision alone� stance.�

 

Knowing what I know now a question screams out in my brain:� Why did all the people in the process of my abortion not give me all the facts to make �my� decision properly?� Even though I received no words of love like �It will be fine�� or �You can make this work�, I should have at least been educated on the prenatal process and told where my baby was in that development.� How can a young girl make a decision if the people around her are silent or worse, in the case of the Women�s Clinic � those offering to help - only present the Pro-Choice side?

 

I was herded through the process with eight to ten other women who were with me through each stage from their pitiful idea of counseling to undressing.� We were told about the �process� with a mighty emphasis was on how easy the procedure was and how it would all be �over� within that day.� Their words were lies masked in a form of biased education.

 

I was ushered into the surgery room, fourth or fifth in line and put up on the table.� The doctor said that he could not do the abortion because I was too far along.� I was then led to another room by a nurse that gave me a sonogram which was shielded from my view.� When I asked what the procedure was she told me that they were measuring the fetus to see how far along I was. I did not know what a sonogram was.� I was not told that I could see a picture of what was growing inside me.� I was surprised when there were pictures in my folder.� I asked about them and she told me they were pictures, but when I asked to see them I was strongly encouraged against it.� I insisted and she said she was worried that I would �torture myself over them�.� I viewed them despite her warnings � they did not look like anything at all.� Later I found out they were close up shots of the femur, and obviously if one is not told what they are looking at how is one to understand?

 

I ended up aborting my baby at 22 weeks the next day.� I had been told that there would be a tugging sensation, but not told that it was the doctor pulling my baby apart limb from limb to remove her from my womb.� In fact I was not told many things:

All these were points in my abortion process that could have given me the education and ability to make a better decision.� But they were withheld because of someone else�s ideology that women should have a choice.� I correct these people:� There is no �Choice� for women if they are not given the proper tools to make an informed decision.� There is no true understanding of one option without fully understanding the opposite option.

 

From my experience in 1987 I cry for AT LEAST these changes to be made at the Abortion Clinics:

  1. COMPLETE education of the prenatal process

  2. Information about Pro-Life and its point-of view

  3. Distribution of names and numbers of local pro-life agencies�

  4. A waiting period after this information has been received for reflection and to give the woman the time to make her own choice.

I believe that if women truly understood what they were deciding, and were given the chance to make an EDUCATED choice, many more would choose not to abort.� I call for education and for all women who have had an abortion to tell of the anguish the �pro-choice� decision can cause.

 

It has been 18 years since my abortion, and I am only just beginning to heal.� Part of that healing comes from being �Silent No More�.� I refuse to hide my shame and in turn protect �Pro-Choice� propaganda.

 

Christina Jung��

 

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