The patient was my peer--beautiful, intelligent, on birth control. She had gotten her period throughout the pregnancy and had a hidden, violent history of sexual abuse from her vocally anti-choice father, but she chose to live at home to influence and protect her young brothers.
So this beautiful and intelligent young woman -- we know she's beautiful and intelligent because she's on birth control -- chose to remain in an abusive situation, and to keep her brothers in that abusive situation.
So she's already making choices that are self-destructive and destructive for her younger siblings. First order of business with this woman should have been getting her and her siblings some help with the domestic violence situation. But never mind all that! Abortion fixes everything!
I was accompanying her through her surgical process for pregnancy termination at 24 weeks, and she felt like she was pregnant with an alien, even a monster.
The belief that you are pregnant with something non-human -- an alien or a monster -- is psychotic. This woman needed psychiatric care.
So we have the second failure to address the patient's real needs. No help with the domestic violence, no help with the mental health issues. Abortion fixes everything!
She slept on her side so her boyfriend couldn’t see as she waited for one more paycheck.
How can sleeping on your side prevent somebody from noticing that you're six months pregnant? And how come her boyfriend is living at home with her, the abused siblings, and the abusive father? How FUBAR can one situation be? This woman needed a lot of intervention. None of her problems is anything an abortion will fix.
During her surgery, she cried-out the entire time, just sobbed.
It doesn't seem like she wanted the abortion all that much. It sounds like she was doing it out of desperation, out of feeling trapped. And she certainly comes across as a very demoralized young woman. How is this helping her?
She wept poignantly with the tender guidance of our immaculate doctor and well-versed doula, and I stood frozen and heart-broken with her pain to the side.
WTF? Yeah, I get that the doctor at this clinic is nice and clean, not like the filthy drunks you find at this clinic's competitors. (What other medical facility needs to gratuitously assert that their doctors are CLEAN, because otherwise you'll assume they smell like hobos?) And he offers "tender guidance" for you to cry by. Um... not sure what to make of that. A doula is a childbirth assistant, so she's not very well-versed if she's attending abortions. And I'm not clear on how helping a woman to force herself through something so agonizing is seen as virtuous.
Two weeks later she returned to fulfill her IOU, and she had a black eye.
Yeah, the abortion just cleared up that domestic violence situation, didn't it?
Had this woman gone to a prolife center, such as our local Gabriel Project here in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, they'd have addressed her real issues, starting with the domestic violence and the mental health issues. Then they'd have gone to work on decision making skills. Practical nuts and bolts skills that would enable this woman to move out on her own -- perhaps taking her siblings with her to remove them from the abuse. They'd have been working with her on a weekly basis for improving her overall situation, with more intensive intervention for crises. They'd have helped her find housing, helped her pull together security deposits, helped her to get furniture and household stuff. They'd have helped her with financial management. They'd have hooked her up with whatever she needed to address the many problems in her life. They'd have done a hell of a lot more useful stuff than taking her money, killing her baby while she wept piteously, and sending her home to get punched out.
And the wretched excuse for care that our abortion worker provided to this desperate young woman was all just a prequel to the point the abortion worker is trying to make. I'll cover that in another post.
(Can anybody isolate a clip for me from "The Bell Boy" with Buster Keaton? I can't get the image out of my mind of when Buster is scrubbing his fingernails with the scrub brush from the floor-cleaning bucket. That'd be a lovely illustration of what, evidently, you'd expect from an abortion clinic if you weren't reassured in advance that their doctors were clean.)