If we want to change hearts and minds regarding abortion, it’s helpful to know what’s converted people in the past. Recently we asked our Facebook followers, “Did you or someone you’re close to go from being pro-choice to pro-life? If so, what changed your mind?”
We got some amazing answers, and there were definitely some consistent themes: learning more about fetal development, learning about the effects of abortion, and having good relationships with pro-lifers. But by far the most common reason people cited for converting to the pro-life position was experiencing their own (or their partners’) pregnancies.
Below are a sampling of the answers we got, but you can see the full extent of them here.
saw the fully formed fetuses at the Our Body exhibit at the museum. I was awed
at how early they looked human. These were not balls of cells. I was instantly
intern in the delivery room was a stillborn. I saw his parents crying and that
was all I needed to see to understand the humanity of a child.
friends got pregnant and I saw the coercion they were put through to kill their
standard over here [in Australia]. It’s just assumed if you have a pregnancy at the wrong time
you simply terminate it. It was that kind of attitude that led me to having abortions
myself, including one I didn’t even think twice about because it was just so
easy and acceptable. I think as soon as I was presented with a case against
abortion, and I actually had to think about it, I started asking questions and
I started changing my mind.
rhetoric started to seem like all lies, manipulations, and false information.
It contradicted my own deeply held beliefs about being responsible for our
choices, not initiating violence, and ending discrimination. I couldn’t
reconcile being warm-hearted towards every other member of the human species
but going hard and cold when it came to the weakest and most vulnerable.
indoctrination of “it’s none of my business what someone else does with her
body.” Then I came
home from a date to find my lifeless roommate’s body in the living room, having
attempted suicide on her baby’s 8th “death day.” Suddenly her body
became my business, like it or not. She lived. I have since met many more
clinics had to pay for post-trauma care (surgical reconstruction,
psychiatry/psychology, relationship therapy, and parenting skills), they’d be
out of money in 90 days. The industry is only lucrative if they end lives at $600
for every 20-minute procedure and leave the collateral damage and death to the
rest of us. NARAL loves to delete this testimony, because it’s an inconvenient
truth. Another’s life and body is
eyes are opened, there’s no turning back.
Pro-Lifers in the face of name-calling (even from myself) and their consistency
in debate (for example, maintaining a central point no matter how much pro-choicers
jumped around), and the fact that I was not treated like a monster for being
pro-abortion-choice (even on the radical end) all played a huge role in my
conversion–one that cannot be appreciated enough, among other things.
years ago who was conceived through rape. Her biological mother strongly
considered aborting her, but in the end decided not to. She grew up in
orphanages and was later adopted and eventually learned of her past (and met
her biological mother). I suspect that I’d always been secretly “consistently
pro-life,” but when I learned that the woman who had impacted my life in such a
wonderful way was very nearly put to death because of who her father was and
the circumstances behind her conception, it made me feel like I was going to
vomit. I realized then and there that abortion isn’t politically “progressive”
at all, and that I would have to accept the responsibility of holding a
political view that was going to be unpopular in my particular social circle
(very far to the Left). Rape is a horrible thing, to be sure; rape plus abortion
is even more horrible.
school showed me a picture of her son she had given up for adoption after being
pregnant at 15, I realized this was a baby and that he might not have existed
if my friend had decided to have an abortion. She had been interested in getting
one and I said nothing to stop her (her body, her choice right?). I realized
that if I would defend his life as an infant, I couldn’t sit back when he was a
baby still growing in the womb. It also showed me that adoption is a realistic
and practical option, even for a teen. This friend was so happy she had chosen
life, despite the despair and fear she initially experienced.
in the textbooks, it’s illustrated as a debate where angry people go hold up
signs and neither side is right or wrong. Kind of feels like a waste of time
and something that doesn’t affect us at all.
brought up by pro-choice parents. I feared overpopulation and blamed poverty,
deforestation, extinction, and war on unplanned children. My dad told me that
abortion was a responsible act. “If I ever got pregnant,” I told
myself, “those religious nuts would not help me stay in school,”
fell in love with a pro-lifer, and while I was pregnant with his child many
people strongly encouraged me to abort, including my parents. This is when I
became personally pro-life, politically pro-choice.
that Myspace died and I made a Facebook account. I was browsing pages and came
across NARAL Pro-Choice America and Let’s find 1,000,000 people against Abortion. At the time NARAL had forums and
when I commented on there they made a mockery of my grammar and parenting
status. The posts by the page were nothing but hate towards the other side, and
there was way more glamorization of abortion than what I was comfortable with.
pro-life page, however, they posted and argued from a scientific point of view,
they shared stories of women who conquered mountains, and they encouraged
pro-lifers to donate their time, money, and supplies to parents in need and
post-abortive women. When I talked to the admin and other people that follow
the page, even though they knew I wasn’t full on pro-life they were very
respectful and actually believed in me (graduating high school with a child).
parent and I wanted to make the world a better place for her. Guess what side
is actually getting stuff done?
with exceptions for disability and rape (so essentially still pro-choice) to pro-life
with no exceptions. My mind was changed when I lost my second son at 16 weeks
gestation. I delivered him and held him and looked at his perfectly formed body
including fingernails. He was a beautiful baby even if the doctors said he
would have been born with disabilities. Babies like him deserve a chance at life.
When my husband and I were trying very hard to conceive, abortion began to feel
wrong to me. Why would someone want to kill an unborn baby, while others longed
for one so badly? Then I finally got pregnant. As my pregnancy advanced and I
began feeling my baby and learning about her intrauterine development, I became
more and more pro-life. Fetuses are definitely not masses of cells! My baby is now 17 months old, and she’s the
love of our lives. I just can’t understand how someone can even think of
abortion as “liberating” and “empowering.” It sounds
inhuman and bizarre at the same time.
thought I was pregnant. I was already leaning towards being pro-life, but this
really hit home. Now I have a baby (8 years later, after difficulty) and it has
only reaffirmed my feelings. I heard my baby’s heartbeat at that first
appointment and couldn’t conceive of how anyone could think that this baby was
not a person. I felt her move before 20 weeks. It hurts my heart that anyone
could think that child was okay to kill.
the 70’s and pro-choice. She believed the medical professionals who claimed
that the unborn child was only tissue. Why wouldn’t anyone believe a doctor?
Then in ’81, she was pregnant with her first child, my older brother. She
received a pamphlet from the OB on fetal development. It was then that she
discovered that the unborn child’s heart was beating long before she found out
she was expecting. The living baby was unique and distinct from the beginning.
Since then, she has been staunchly pro-life. I’m so thankful too! I became
pregnant at 16 and if it wasn’t for her showing me images since I was child of
the living unborn child, I might have aborted my first baby—who is now 15!
heard my son’s heartbeat for the first time when my wife was pregnant. A few
years later my wife had an ectopic miscarriage that almost killed her. She was
ten weeks. It really hit home when we had to fill out a death certificate.
Years still after that, when our son was 13, we found out my wife was pregnant
again. It was very unexpected, but our second son has been the thrill of a
and threatened miscarriage with both my son and my daughter. I saw them on ultrasound
at 6-7 weeks; their hearts were beating.
a sonogram at 10 weeks changed my mind. I had always believed magazine articles
that described fetuses as a “clump of cells.” The more I learned
about fetal development the more I realized these were tiny lives and abortion
is ending that young life.
pregnant. I realized I was ignorant about fetal development and ignorant to
believe the lies. I heard my son’s heartbeat at 6 weeks and was forever
here, I had an unplanned pregnancy. I had only been dating my boyfriend for 6
months. I was in college and barely made any money. When my test came back
positive, the first thought was “I have a baby inside me. Not a clump of cells
or some non-sentient being.” Up until that moment I didn’t care about abortion;
it was none of my business. In that moment, however, abortion was the furthest
thing from my mind. This was our first picture of our first daughter. The
fortune was from dinner that same evening. I kept it like this on our fridge
the whole pregnancy. It was hard having a child the way we did, but, man, she
is worth it.