Yes, but but by that time they were essentially hubs where women with crisis or unplanned pregnancies, and/or no family or other support, could access medical support/social workers/adoption services/back to work help. As in, the women seeking their services weren't being marched in there by parish priests against their will. (Which is of course not to diminish the horrors and coercion of periods before that, and not long before that at all.)
I'm incredibly sad about JoJo Dollard. She was close to my age, I used to hitchhike a fair bit, and I'd just come back to Ireland after living in the US when she disappeared, and I was struck by how, despite being so young she'd already lost both parents and been raised by her older siblings. It's dizzying to think of all the years of life I've had now, in my fifties, that she didn't get to have. I realised that very sharply when reading 'The suspect is a 55 year old man', because in my head, he was 55 then. Of course he wasn't, he wasn't much older than she was then. He's had all this life, too, that she didn't get to have. I remember her older sister on TV appealing for information. I always remember her face, because she looked exactly as you would imagine you would look if someone who was essentially your child had been abducted without trace -- as if she were in hell.