Abortion, My Admittedly Bias Opinion

“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves…defend the rights of the poor and needy.” Proverbs 31:8-9

Although I can say that I respect the views and opinions of people who are pro-choice, I cannot say that I support them. I choose to declare myself as pro-life for many reasons, all of which stem off of one vital question. Do we possess the right to decide who lives and who dies?  We do not.

         People who are pro-choice argue that a woman has control over what she does with her body, and I agree with that, but what seems to be forgotten, or maybe just ignored, is the fact that a fetus is an entirely separate person. When a woman has sex she knows that there is always the chance of pregnancy. If she is not ready or willing to bring a new life into the world, she needs to take extra precautions. No human should be penalized or terminated for our mistakes or lack of judgment. It goes without saying that risk of pregnancy is not completely preventable even with extra precautions; condoms break, the pill doesn’t always work, and in the worst-case scenario women get raped, but there are still ways to prevent an unwanted pregnancy, such as Plan B.

         If a woman becomes pregnant, there is always the choice of adoption. She may not be able to provide her child with a stable life, but there are so many families who can, and who deserve to. I know this from personal experience. My mom had tried for years to have a baby. She was eventually blessed with a beautiful baby boy, but not before being mentally, physically, and spiritually beat down from the 7 miscarriages she had suffered through.

 My parents planned on having one more child but could not do it on their own, so they decided to adopt. The agency told them it would probably be about a 4-year wait because there was such a long list of families. My birthmother, after having two abortions before me, decided to let me live and put me up for adoption. Within about 4 months of my parents applying for adoption, they received a call from the agency telling them that they were about to have a baby girl.

         I think that the thing most people don’t realize is that the woman isn’t the only person who is affected by her choice to have an abortion. I could have had two other siblings. What would they be like? How could their own mother do such a horrible thing to them? Does she feel any remorse? Does she ever wonder “what if?” Does she think about them as much as I do, or even at all? Why did I get away with my life but my own flesh and blood did not? I am no more deserving than they were. Why am I stuck with the guilt of a crime I didn’t commit? I should feel so lucky that I am alive, but I always have felt, and I always will feel like a part of me is missing. I have so much resentment and anger towards my birthparents for killing them. How can I have so much hatred for the people I owe my life to?