Posted on 10/17/2014 4:39:08 PM PDT by Morgana
The head of the nation’s biggest abortion business disclosed today that she herself had an abortion and apparently it was no big deal to take the life of her unborn child.
Planned Parenthood does over 330,000 abortions on an annual basis and Richards opened up about her own abortion in an essay published in Elle on Friday, writing that she thinks of more women share their abortion decisions it will stop the “stigma” surrounding abortion.
cecilerichards23“I had an abortion. It was the right decision for me and my husband, and it wasn’t a difficult decision,” Richards writes. “Before becoming president of Planned Parenthood eight years ago, I hadn’t really talked about it beyond family and close friends. But I’m here to say, when politicians argue and shout about abortion, they’re talking about me — and millions of other women around the country.”
Richards doesn’t provide the details surrounding her abortion — how old the baby was at the time of the abortion or why she ended her baby’s life rather than carrying the pregnancy to term or considering adoption.
But if Richards thinks abortion stories will change the abortion debate, she is forgetting the millions of women who have had abortions and profoundly regret their decision. She is forgetting women like Kathy:
The truth is when I was 19 years old I got pregnant. Upon telling my parents; they decided that I would get married. We began to plan a very quick wedding. The boy I was dating at the time turned out to be abusive. He was from an abusive home and had his father had brutally beaten his first wife in front of her two sons. The first time this boy threw me to the ground while I was pregnant I knew there was NO WAY I was going to allow this cycle to repeat. I broke off the engagement and began looking into adoption. I was only 19 and I knew I wasn’t ready to be a mom. When I told him I wanted to make an adoption plan, that I knew that was the best choice for us and the baby, he became very angry. Threatening, yelling, and screaming, he told me no one would EVER take the mother of his child or his child away from him. He wouldn’t allow it – that we WOULD be together. I became scared. Fear set in like I can’t even begin to explain. I realized that I could be a victim of abuse or I could save myself and my unborn child and choose to make this all disappear. I told him I had a miscarriage (which is what I told everyone else too).
Walking into Planned Parenthood the smell of depression and hopelessness lay thick in the room. Yes, I could actually smell it. None of the women looked thankful that they had the “choice” to be there. They all looked empty. Broken. I felt it too. I had always said I would NEVER have an abortion. I was wrong. In my mind I believed it was the only “choice” I had at the time to protect myself and my unborn child from a life of fear and abuse. My name was called and I headed in the back. I was scared and alone.
I hear people talking about the right to “choose.” I wish like HELL I didn’t have the right to choose that day.I wish there had been counseling. I wish there had been adoption agencies out there trying to reach the youth. I wish THOSE things were easy access; NOT Planned Parenthood. I wish more than anything, ANYTHING, I could have taken away MY right to choose and allow my baby to have their right to choose life. I wish there was support out there for girls like me. And maybe there was…but Planned Parenthood was easy to find. Abortion is easy. Walk in, walk out. Done. Pregnant. Not Pregnant. Simple. Except…it’s NOT that simple. They forget to tell you about the rest of the story.
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The truth is they don’t tell you about the memory you live with for the rest of your life. For awhile I was able to forget. I had to suppress the memory in order to survive MY right to live. But slowly the memory began to resurface. Back to the room…back to the smells…back to the empty eyes of broken women. Back to the face of the man that literally sucked life out of my body.
Abortion is not about choice. It’s about selfishness. It’s about desperation. And I can say that because I have had one. I have walked a mile in those shoes…and it’s a mile that never ends.
Recently a friend asked me if I had ever named my baby. Immediately I thought, “No, because that would make it real!” Then the “fetus” would become human. Become a baby. But I knew in that moment I needed to acknowledge that my baby is real. I needed to mourn the loss of my child. I realized how deep the pain still ran from my right to “choose.” I began to pray that God would give me a name. A few weeks ago while driving in the car I heard God speak to me: “Her name is Joy.” Tears streamed down my face. It was a girl! I had had a daughter.
I will become a “problem” when you face your Creator sweetie..
Of course it wasn't you soulless ghoul.
I understand people can make poor decisions, or are the victims of circumstances that were beyond their control, and as a result they make a poor decision. But for all of these cases, I'd expect it to have been a very difficult and heartrending decision. "Not difficult". I'm sure it wasn't for Richards, and it sounds like she found her dream job.
Someone should have asked her to see it .... I’m sure she keeps in a jar on the mantel in her home as a trophy.
I know two such women. They'll tell you all the typical lines - wrong time, it was the best choice at the time, they're glad they did it, etc.
But in private, after they've had plenty of alcohol the truth of their feelings comes out in heart wrenching sobs of profound regret.
Cecile, your husband has to live with an emotionally detached bitch. Good luck with that. Joke’s on him.
I’m the mother of three grown children, for which I’m thankful. However, I later had four miscarriages, all before eight weeks’ gestation. I named them all because I wanted to acknowledge their brief existence, especially since I was the only one who seemed to mourn their loss. My husband was sad, of course, but not to the extent I was. Most people didn’t understand my pain because, after all, I had three healthy children, so what’s the problem.
Naming them helped heal the wound and strengthen the invisible bond we had. I know I’ll see Stephen, Timothy, Matthew, and Rebecca again someday, and I’ve not forgotten them.
If you are a libtard, being self-centered and selfish is never a problem. Not even if it kills.
Yep, burn in hell.
Rumor has it that starving tens of millions of fellow citizens wasn’t difficult for Mao either.
“....If more women shared their experiences it would remove the stigma....”
Well sure! Hitler and Goehring and Ribbentropp and Goebbels sharing their experiences stuffing gassed Jews’ bodies into ovens made them all feel much better about themselves.
I understand that those Bushido Nut Japanese Army Officers who murdered their POWs and ate their livers to show their superiority also felt much better about themselves after sharing their experiences with each other.
Doesn’t that give you a warm fuzzy feeling?/S
At least she's come a long ways from "unviable tissue mass".
She is responsible for a huge number of deaths of the unborn. Perhaps the country would have been better had her mom made the same choice.
My guess it that the antiabortion, pro-life message has made such strong inroads that the pro-aborts are scared of the ground they’re losing. That’s why we’re seeing stories like this.
“Hey! I’m having an abortion tomorrow and then I’m going to Disneyland! Best day ever!”
Maybe it would have far better for many slaughtered babies if Ma Richards had made the same choice.
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