They love me...they love me not.

Since Planned Parenthood alerted the media about my change of heart, pro-choicers have been out to get me.  And, honestly, when I think about it, I just don’t get it.  I remember reading this one blog where this woman was attacking me about my change of belief and this other woman simply said, “You know, it doesn’t matter to me that she had changed her mind.  I am truly pro-choice, so I am fine with her decision to be pro-life.”  I have to say, her logical state of mind seems to be rare.  Yesterday, I found out that a pro-choicer was making threats against my 4 year old daughter.  Really?  Is that the way the pro-choice movement really wants to be seen?  So, they don’t respect life in or out of the uterus.  Great. 

Another thing that kind of gets me is that the pro-choicers are so interested in me.  I mean, if they are SO for abortion rights, why in the world are they following me so closely?  I am not engaging them…but they continue to engage me.  That shows me that these folks are vulnerable in the best kind of way.  If someone is really sure of their beliefs, then they don’t continue to defend them over and over again.  They know their beliefs, they are sure of them, and that is enough.  They certainly don’t continually engage people from the other side of the debate.  It gives me hope for these individuals.  I was once like them…and now look at me.  The more they are exposed to the lies of the abortion industry, the better.  The more they hear the truth, even if they fight against it, the better. 

Pro-choicers seem to think that my fight is against them.  It’s not.  I still care about them.  I have friends that are pro-choice.  That is not a dividing issue for me when it comes to my friends.  It is when it comes to voting…but not friendships. 

It makes me sad because I see them as trapped.  Trapped inside rhetoric that they have heard so many times that now, they have started to believe it…rhetoric that many of them use to justify their own abortions.  They don’t know peace; they know dysfunction.  They don’t know joy; they know pain masked by defensiveness.  They don’t know facts; they know talking points. 

When I worked for Planned Parenthood I was revered as such a “hard worker,” “wonderful employee,” “trustworthy,” “loyal,” “educated,” “intelligent,” “a creative mind.”  I was heading up the Planned Parenthood chain.  I was a trusted leader in the organization.  Now that I am pro-life, all of a sudden, it seems that these Planned Parenthood supporters think I have lost my mind or something.  Now they call me a “liar,” say that I was a “terrible employee,” I am a “terrible mother,” “traitor,” “immature,” “follower,” “moron,” “idiot,” “whore,” “stupid,” “trashy,” I have “no class.”  It is kind of funny.  I make a “choice” that is different than theirs, and all of a sudden they become the more intolerant people I have ever been in contact with.  Ironic. 

So many of these people attacking me and my character are young women.  Many of them have probably made an abortion decision.  It is easier to mask pain by trying to inflict pain on others.  I pray for these young women daily and hope that one day they will reach out to someone for help.  They will realize when they are hurting, Planned Parenthood won’t be there for them, but we will…just like people were there for me.