It finally happened. I have been waiting for this day for the past two years, since I started counselling. Today a teenager came in and told me her story of getting pregnant with her boyfriend, and of her experience having an abortion. And I was able to handle it.
This is a day I have dreaded since the day I started my work. I have worked with many teenagers with histories of sexual abuse. One common theme for these girls is sexual experimentation or acting out. There were times where my clients had pregnancy scares, but this was the first real pregnancy I have experienced. I have known this girl for a while, and that may have helped the seeds of bitterness and resentment not to take root. But I also felt a sense of peace, thinking that maybe the God who cares about me knew when I'd be ready to face something like this. With these two precious beings growing inside of me, the blow was softened. I recall facing a situation a year ago in which a girl thought she was pregnant and spoke to me of her options and abortion. I remember vividly feeling the unfairness of it all, and even going so far in my mind as to having an urge to offer to adopt her child (not that I could ever actually do that in such a scenario). I'm sure I went home from work that day and had a huge cry.
Today is different. It makes me angry that there are so many who struggle to carry just one child, and these 14 year old girls surprisingly find themselves 13-weeks pregnant, and choose to give their child up. Yet today, it did not crush me. And in that, I find great relief!
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