The attendant called it the "dis-assembly line…"
A neighbor told me about getting an abortion while I was on welfare. Welfare
paid for it. My husband was aware of the decision. We had five children and I
didn't think we could support another one.
I went to a hospital in Beverly Hills. I was asleep at the time of the
procedure. The attendant that wheeled me into the surgical room called it the
dis-assembly line - I'll never forget that. I asked the man I saw before the
abortion if it was really alive at the time about 2 1/2 months. He said that was
something he didn't go into.
No one will ever know but me and my x-husband. The shame I carry will always
be with me. I have five children. I chose to kill one of their brothers and
sisters - I am shaking now as I write this - my tears will never undo what I
I became a Catholic and work with Pro Life groups. I know I am
forgiven - but I will never forgive myself. I think if I heard the message given
out now by Pro Lifers I wouldn't have had the abortion - a picketer would have
I live every day with the knowledge that I took an innocent life. I always
shove it away. I would go crazy if I let myself think - This is the first time I
have thought this long about it. My torment is good. I deserve it. I wish I had
pain during the abortion. I got off too easy.