My name is Bethany, I’m a nineteen year old student, and this is my story.
Early on Friday mornings, I travel to the Marie Stopes abortion clinic in Westmead. Here, I stand on the footpath outside the clinic, wishing passers-by a happy Friday and giving them a warm smile! After a few weeks I began to recognise the regulars, and they know me and wish me a happy Friday in return. In my hand I carry some pamphlets, with the numbers of counsellors and doctors willing to provide free pre- and post-natal care. Sometimes this strikes up conversation about pregnancy, why I am there, and what I do. So what do I do, and why am I there?
Ultimately I am a woman, hoping to help women. I have witnessed many women enter the abortion clinic, and I know that too many are not going in of their own accord. Often there is someone, a partner or parent, physically pushing them along. Sometimes they’re even crying as they enter. These are not happy, empowered women! There is a serious lack of love and care for these beautiful women in crisis pregnancy situations. And so I stand there with my pamphlets in hand; just a sister wanting to help in whatever way possible. I don’t want to see any woman have to go endure the pain of an abortion if they don’t want to have one.
How can we claim to be pro-women if we don’t stand by them in their time of need? How can a woman truly choose if she thinks the only option to her situation is an abortion?