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Clare’s Story

My name is Clare, I’m a sidewalk counsellor, and this is my story. I want to share with you one of the stories that keeps me coming back to the street. We were late one morning, and we stopped at the traffic lights down the road. Something told me to grab my stuff and jump…

Amy’s Story

My name is Amy, I’m a sidewalk counsellor, and this is my story. I get up early in the morning, wrap myself up in a scarf and boots, and with a friend go down to the local abortion clinic to offer the support men and women are usually not aware of until we meet on…

Lucy’s Story

My name is Lucy, I’m a sidewalk counsellor and this is my story. Once or twice a week, myself and a group of friends, all uni-aged young women and a couple of brave guys, offer a smile and a word of support to men and women facing what can be the most scary and difficult…

Sarah’s Story

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…

Emily’s Story

My name is Emily, I’m a sidewalk counsellor, and this is my story. The woman was already crying when she got out of the car. The car left as soon as she closed the door. I wished her a happy Friday and explained that I was offering help to anyone facing a crisis pregnancy. She…

Jessica’s Story

My name is Jessica, I’m a sidewalk counsellor and this is my story. It was a few minutes after 9am, when a couple walked out of the abortion clinic. The woman was sobbing. I asked her if she was okay, but her partner answered for her: “She’s fine”. She didn’t speak, but the tears continued…

Rebecca’s Story

My name is Rebecca, I’m a sidewalk counsellor and this is my story. One morning we were outside the clinic at Westmead. There was a relatively positive response from people: many were gladly accepting our pamphlets and two or three people stopped and offered words of support and encouragement, thanking us for being there for…

Bethany’s Story

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…