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Hello, cultureshift. I messaged to let you know that I went through with my abortion. But I think I made the right decision. I was not going to birth a child just to either give it away, or give up my dreams to raise it. I will not be getting pregnant again, I’m sure. I’ll be more careful. Also, I did not just kill a human. I killed a clump of cells with the potential to be a human. A pile of wood has the potential to become a chair, but it is not considered one until we build it. Thank you.
I just found out today that my mother aborted my little sister two years after I was born and now you compound my broken heart with this news.
Your child was not a pile of wood, he or she was already a chair that was simply being shaped and polished in preparation for delivery into a loving family’s embrace.
My family would have loved your child like few on this planet will ever know. You would not have had to give up any dreams. Why were your dreams more important than your child’s life? And why do you think a child would destroy your dreams? I just can’t understand how a mother could rationalize her way out of protecting her own child.
I hope that someday you will realize that all innocent human beings, regardless of their age, size, location, or level of dependency, have an equal worth and value — that they have an equal right to live.