May 7, 2022

In the seventies, as an adolescent, my peers and I who attended Catholic high school knew of some events surrounding the raucous sixties, but mostly we were shielded from much of the unrest and ensuing consequences.

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One day, sitting in our religious-studies class, we were informed about Roe v. Wade, the landmark case that remains a horror for many Americans to this day. One of the Catholic presses had published an article which featuring an illustration of an aborted child which, fifty years later, remains imprinted on my psyche.

The article detailed the legality of extracting a baby from the mother’s womb.

Over the next several years, I could not wrap my head around this abomination. As a Catholic, I agreed with the Church’s stance on abortion until my early twenties, when graduate school altered my perspective. I came from a sheltered environment, and not only was I exposed to different worldviews, but pressured to re-examine mine.

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For many years, I subscribed to the therapy modality of “tolerance,” shifting my stance on sacred, core beliefs.

Anyone who is a recovering liberal understands that somehow you are pressured to believe it is the healthier and better way to live your life. Tolerance is your middle name. You are anointed as more accepting, more enlightened. But what about morals?

Well, the Left allege their superiority over all things moral. Who are we to judge? As one who deals with secrets and human suffering, I agree on certain matters. Things are not always black and white.

There are many views that can be addressed under the umbrella of moral relativism, but none has remained more steadfast than abortion. A “woman’s right to choose,” “pro-choice,” and, as of late, “bodily autonomy” are labels weaponized by the Left to disguise exterminating a baby from the womb. As stated often, change the language, change the culture.

During my years as a squishy pro-choicer, several therapy clients divulged their choice of an abortion. A few mentioned it as a passing event that did not seem to affect them, but a couple, one in particular, described the aftermath, vowing never again.

One time, I worked with a woman who planned a second trimester abortion. Her reason? She waited too long because of ambivalence. In the middle of the two-day procedure, she called her doctor, attempting to halt the process, but the termination unfolded to the point of no return. Wearing my purported non-judgmental hat, I provided her with “support,” ignoring any voice within me to consider otherwise.