My name is Sarah, I’m a sidewalk counsellor, and this is my story.
I started sidewalk counselling eight years ago. When people hear how I spend my Friday morning, their minds immediately jump to graphic signs, people screaming and grim reaper costumes.
This isn’t what I do. I stand peacefully, offer a listening ear and a helping hand, and, for the record, I look like a regular young woman on her way to work. I offer help and listen to women’s stories while they’re in a vulnerable and difficult place.
Over the years, I have received death threats from strangers and threats of a sexual and physical nature from clinic employees. But I’m still here, because I’ve seen that for too many women, abortion is not a choice they want to make.
And at the very least, I can try to be there for them as a friend.
[Note: This testimony uses a pseudonym to preserve the identity of the woman involved.]