Laguna University

Brgy.Bubukal, Santa Cruz, Laguna

S.Y. 2018-2019

ETHICS

Del Rosario, Monica

Natabio, Jiralden

Glori, Geraldine

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 Janae’s Story

This is a real story of janae who have been in a hardest situation where she made
the wrong decision .She share this because she want others to realize that there is
hope in the midst of a difficult situation.

I had been sexually active for two years, so by the time I was 16, I had convinced
myself I could not get pregnant. Imagine my surprise when I missed a period.

Besides a missed period, I had some of the other symptoms as well. A friend
directed me to a local “free clinic” where I was given a pregnancy test. Back in 1973 the
clinic tests were not very reliable. The test was “inconclusive” and I was told to come
back in a week. This happened two more times, so my boyfriend made an appointment
with his doctor. The blood test they gave me was positive. I was already certain that I
was pregnant, so this simply confirmed it for me.

I was actually happy to know that I was normal. However, this pregnancy was a
really big problem. The clinic gave me a phone number to call to make an appointment
to have an abortion. There was no other counseling. There were no crisis pregnancy
centers (like Advice and Aid) for me to receive any kind of counseling.

My boyfriend offered to marry me, but was supportive if I chose to have an

abortion. We discussed adoption, but I was not going to carry a baby for nine months
only to give it away. That seemed inconceivable to me at the time. Later on, I would
come to realize what a courageous choice making an adoption plan is. But at that point
in my life, it felt like I would be abandoning my baby. I made the appointment for the
abortion, but because the abortion clinic was busy, I had to wait two or three weeks. By
that time, I would be nearing my second trimester.

I was young and naive. I thought I could keep this from my parents. I also thought
I would need a fake ID to get the abortion, so all my attention was turned to getting that
fake ID to present at the clinic. As it turned out, they never asked for ID. They only
asked for the cash.

Prior to all of this happening, my dentist had recommended that I have my

wisdom teeth removed. On the way to the oral surgeon, my mom suddenly asked me if I
was pregnant. I vehemently denied it. She dropped the subject as we arrived at the
office. Up to that point, I had some nausea but no vomiting. My appetite was just not
quite normal. The anesthesia they gave me during oral surgery made me quite sick.
Back at home, trying to recover between bouts of vomiting, my mother again started
grilling me about being pregnant. Weak and sick, I finally acknowledged it was true and
asked her how she knew. She said that she could see all the signs. She didn’t take it
well at all. She could not resist calling me all kinds of names and telling me how
ashamed she was of me. She asked me what I planned on doing about it. I told her I
wanted to have an abortion. A week later, after consulting with her sister (who, it turns
out, had an illegal abortion) she said she would help me. She never told my dad. She
was convinced he would force us to get married and she didn’t want that for me. I really
believe she thought she was doing what was best for me.

Decision

The day arrived. (I now have two other children and, interestingly, I can remember
more about my abortion than I can remember about the births of my two girls.) It was
mid-August and the heat was oppressive. That summer had been one of those kinds
with numerous days above 100 degrees, and that day was no different. There was no
air conditioning in the clinic and the building looked scary and forbidding. Inside, it was
no better. There were probably fifteen other girls waiting. We were all put together in a
room and “counseled.” This counseling consisted of showing us the machine, telling us
it would be noisy, the pain would be minimal and it was just tissue they were removing.
What a lie! The pain was indescribable. The so called “doctor” never said a word. He
was covered from head to toe in scrubs and I could not even see his eyes because the
light reflected off his goggles. The abortion seemed to take forever. Afterwards, I was
taken to a darkened room to recover. Hours passed and I wondered if anyone was
going to come get me. My mother had to ask about me, and was told it had been
complicated. I was either pregnant with twins or farther along then they first thought.
There were no sonograms and I don’t remember being given a pregnancy test to
confirm that I was even pregnant.
That night was the worst night of my life. Cramping like I never experienced before
started in after I went to bed. I cried for what seemed like most of the night. I didn’t call
out for my mother. She had no sympathy for me. By dawn they had subsided.

Impact

That morning, I just sat down in a chair and cried. My mother walked by and asked
me why I was crying. I looked up at her and I said “I killed my child.” She said “That was
my grandchild.” We never spoke about it again. As far as I know, she never told my
father. I stuffed the pain and the knowledge that it was my child I had killed so far down
inside that I became a very staunch pro-abortion supporter. But you can only keep
something like this stuffed down inside for so long. It never goes away. Many years later
a depression came over me and I kept thinking I didn’t deserve to live because I had
killed my own child. I didn’t even understand that the depression was connected to the
abortion, even though I was having these thoughts. I believed it was stress. Eventually
I got help and the depression lifted and the negative thoughts went away for a while.

Result

In the meantime, I started attending a church with my husband but I didn’t

immediately switch from my pro-abortion views. One day, I saw a woman on TV who
had written a book about her abortions and was now working to educate other women
on how damaging abortion is to women. It was then that it hit me what I had done. I just
sat on the floor crying and asking God for forgiveness. I called the organization this
woman was with and asked if I could help them. They asked me if I had been through a
healing program. When I said no, they directed me to Advice and Aid Pregnancy
Centers.
It was through the program they offered titled “Forgiven and Set Free” that I
began to learn to forgive myself. I became a volunteer and eventually started
coordinating the studies for them. For six years I have had the pleasure of seeing other
women come to a place where they could be at peace with themselves and their past
choices.

Conclusion

Based on Immanuel Kant's theory of moral character, what janae did was very wrong
and unacceptable because abortion is illegal not only in our law but also on the bible.
It’s wrong also to the part of mother because she agreed to her daughter’s plan
abortioning the innocent baby. Janae and her boyfriend enjoy when they do it but when
she know that they have done bear fruit, a baby, they don’t want to take responsibility.
She regret for what she did but its already late, they cannot turn back time, they cannot
return the life of the innocent baby.

References: https://adviceandaid.com/my-story-of-abortion-lasting-effects/