Case Study - Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace
Case Study: Carolyn "Allen"
I had a pregnancy test at my doctor. and she told me she didn't think I was
pregnant. She thought I might have a tumour, because my uterus was
enlarged. I "prayed" for cancer. But I turned out to be pregnant; I
found out the next day.
I was panic stricken. I couldn't believe I was pregnant. I
immediately blurted out, "I have to have an abortion." I had never even
thought about it before, but that was the first thing that came to mind. I
told my boyfriend I was pregnant, but we didn't discuss what to do. I left
him just assuming I would have the baby.
I told no one else. I had asked my doctor for sleeping pills until I could
have the abortion four days later; I don't think they worked. I didn't
want to think; I just wanted to get it over with.
I wondered if my baby knew what I was planning. I talked to my baby and
apologized. But mainly I just wanted it to be over. I thought I
could cover my sin, erase the past few months, break off my relationship with
the father, and start over—just as though none of it had ever happened.
My abortion was a cowardly, selfish decision. I saw it as my whole life
being "over" if I stayed pregnant. I didn't even consider any other
options. I chose myself over the baby.
When I woke up in recovery, I asked if they would just tell me if it was a boy
or a girl. A nurse harshly responded, "It's just tissue. There's no
way to tell."
I took a cab to the hospital and took one home. I wanted to do it all by
myself, so no one would know. I felt so alone.
I felt a huge, gaping hole, an emptiness, right away. I also felt terrible
guilt. I turned away from God completely, because I could not face Him
with my abortion. I felt I had passed the point of no return—just gone too
far. That was an unforgivable sin. And I had gone into it knowing
that. It was sort of like I sold my soul.
I immediately began a pretence. I went back to work ("I was just a little
under the weather last week," etc.) I tried hard not to think about it.
He was abusive, and I accepted it. I would hear in my mind, "So what's
your problem? At least he didn't kill you. You killed your baby!"
I wanted to die, but I was afraid of hell. I even felt guilty about not
committing suicide: "You didn't have any problem killing your baby. Why
get cold feet now? You deserve to die! You're not only a murderer,
you're a coward!" I wanted to be in a coma. I guess I thought I
could wake up in 50 years or so and be able to deal with it then.
The abortion changed me in every way. I went from being an outgoing person
who loved friends to being a hermit, not wanting to be close to anyone. I
thought they would hate me if they really knew me. I became a heavy
drinker—probably bordered on becoming an alcoholic. I ran from God and
hated myself. I accepted abuse and felt humiliated over that, and all the
while I had this gnawing emptiness. For 12 years I was in a state of
non-growth—just existing.
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