@Blondlashes picture this:
You are 17. You are 11 weeks pregnant. Your (25 year old) boyfriend says, on finding out: "how long until you get rid of it?"
You're walking into a BPAS clinic alone. You're terrified. The last time you had surgery your mum was there to hold your hand.
As you're walking in, there are a group of people "praying", holding crosses, pictures of babies wrapped in knitted blankets, near the entrance to the clinic.
"Come and talk to us, darling, we can help you to look after your little baby", one of them says to you.
You go over because you're so desperate for someone to care.
"Don't go in there. We can help you. You can have a beautiful baby. If you go in there, you are murdering your baby. I have a picture of what a murdered baby looks like. Let me show you"
You run into the centre, crying your eyes out, even more terrified and alone than you were before.
That was me, 20 years ago. I remember that horrible cunt of a "Christian", praying, almost every day.
Fuck their prayers. Let them pray in church or in their homes for themselves, and their families.
No one was praying for me, that day 20 years ago. They were praying for their own pious, smug, pity filled selves.
Where do you draw the line? Why do they need to be there? Catholics say unbaptised babies go to limbo. They just float around, in the ether.
When I had finished my surgical termination, there was a much older woman crying in the bed opposite me. She was 46 and had had a TMFR, as an emergency, at BPAS because her local hospital couldn't get her in quickly enough. It was her last go at IVF. She had been trying to have a baby for 15 years with her husband. Would the murdered baby pictures have helped her?
Fuck their prayers. Fuck them. Women's choice trumps their prayers.