By Sarah Terzo
One woman wrote:
“I had my abortion 35 years ago, and I have regretted it every day of my life since then. He or she would have been born in July, and every year when July comes around, I think about how old my child would have been, and I cry and cry.
This is the biggest regret of my entire life, and I know there’s no chance that I will ever “get over it.” I murdered my own child, that’s the truth of the matter.
One of the clearest and saddest moments of my life is my memory of lying on the bed (or gurney, or whatever it was). The doctor came in, and for a split second I thought, “I don’t want to do this! I can change my mind!” But I steeled myself and had it done. And then it was done, and my precious child was dead. I threw away my own precious child like garbage!
I’m 71 years old, and I know that I will never, ever recover from this. I often think about what my child might be doing right now. Perhaps he or she would be a teacher, or a doctor or nurse. Perhaps he or she would love me like I loved my own dear mother, and would be calling me every day to see how I’m doing, like I called my own mother …
If I could only go back to that instant lying there on the gurney, when I thought, “I could change my mind!” It was all possible at that moment, a future with a child to love, a child who would love me…..but instead, my own precious baby was thrown away like garbage. And I will never, ever recover from what I’ve done.”