50 Years Later, I Still Anguish Over My Abortion

Theresa Bonopartis

France enshrined abortion in its constitution last week. Countless gleeful faces celebrated the news that women are now constitutionally protected in their right to kill their unborn children. The Eiffel Tower was even lit up with the words, "mon corps mon choix," my body, my choice.

Recently, while praying in front of an abortion facility in New York City, while holding my sign, "I had an abortion, life does not go back to normal," a pro-abortion protester came up to me boasting how her life was totally normal after her three abortions. I never answer when such protesters approach me, but inside I couldn't help but think, "Does she think this is normal for us, to spend our Saturday mornings in front of an abortion facility?"

Abortion changes people -- in diverse ways, but looking around at the effect it is having on our country, one has to acknowledge it is life-altering, not only for the individual involved but for everyone.

For more than 50 years now, my life has been affected by an abortion I had at 17 years old. Coerced by my father to abort my unborn child in my fourth month of pregnancy, the imprint of his dead, burned body from a saline abortion will stay with me forever. I remember thinking, "How is it possible that this is legal?" I could not wrap my head around the horror of the reality of what had just happened, a horror to this day that is hidden from the world.

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