The Monster in the Room
There are not too many
of us who have not had the experience of being frightened as a child thinking
there were monsters under our beds or in our closets.
My parents always used
to leave my bedroom door ajar when I was little. I can still remember the
fright I felt thinking a monster was under my bed, or in the hallway about to
barge into my room to devour me. I ultimately would tell my parents about my
fears and they would assure me he wasn’t really present as we checked out each
space to my satisfaction until I felt safe enough to go to sleep.
Years later, the
presence of another monster began living in our house. This time we all knew he
was real, but no one spoke about him. We all felt his presence. NO matter how
much we tried to ignore him, he affected each of our lives, but we each stayed
in denial as if that would make him less real or make him give up and go away.
Unlike my childhood
days, there was no talk with my parents to alleviate the fears, and the safety
I once felt within family was no longer present. In fact, being with my family
became the place where I felt most threatened and most unlike myself. I could
not believe, in spite of his huge presence, we all acted as if he did not
exist. Was I the only one seeing? Was I crazy for being upset? Did it really
not bother them? We lived a facade of closeness but in reality my family did
not know me or what was going on within me for years. Having been forced to
abort my unborn child by my parents when I was in my teens, the abandonment,
and isolation I experienced carried into our relationship on a permanent level.
The monster of abortion does that in countless families.
Having had a saline
abortion, the picture of my unborn child was literally burnt in my mind. The resulting
fear, guilt, shame and self hate lived with me for years. I suffered from panic
and anxiety attacks, and suicidal ideation was a constant companion. After all,
I had killed my own child.
I picked a spouse poorly,
(you pick what you think you deserve), and for me that meant abuse. Each
subsequent pregnancy I experienced brought with it a terror of being punished
for my sin, but of course, I never spoke of it. I stopped going to church and
receiving the sacraments. In my mind, I had committed the “unforgivable sin”
and I was convinced that the walls of the church would cave down around me if I
entered, or that the neon sign I was sure was affixed to my back would make my
abortion known to everyone. I lived in the constant fear of being “found out”.
After years of suffering
and living in denial with this monster that controlled my life, I decided to
confront my abortion. I returned to church and began spiritual direction under
my parish priest. As I came to know Jesus, I learned of His mercy and forgiveness
even for this horrible sin. I refused to live in denial anymore, and although I
did not directly confront my family, they were very aware I was addressing my
abortion. When I began speaking out about my experience years later no one in
my family said a word.
I was sure they had just
moved on. The abortion was never mentioned. In fact, there was an unspoken rule
never to speak of it, but in truth, it touched all of our lives.
Years later I found out
my mom carried around guilt for years, convinced she too was headed to hell
because they had forced me to abort. She also experienced that same terror of
punishment by God each time I was pregnant. What should have been a joyful time
for us had been filled with fear and dread, thinking God was going to get us
back.
My siblings were
affected by my abortion as well, and future family members would later tell me
“We knew there was something wrong in our family; we just did not know what it
was.” My own living children reacted with a resounding “Now, our life makes
sense” when they learned of their aborted brother, and a natural healing
process had to take place for them as well as they mourned the brother they
never met, aborted many years before they were even born.
For the past fifteen
years I have been doing post abortion ministry. I have witnessed abortions destruction
in many families. The parents who is a change in their daughter but do not know
why. The husband and wife who have become strangers because they believed
abortion was an answer. The teenager who knows her mothers secret and is
desperate to help, but afraid to let her know she knows. The sibling who feels
guilty for being alive. The father
mourning the loss of the unborn child he did not even know he had until it was
too late. The list can go on and on.
Over the years many new
ministries and outreach programs have been formed to help those suffering from
a past abortion. The church too has become more vocal in reaching out to those
suffering. More people are confronting the impact abortion has had, not only on
the mother and fathers but on entire families and on our society. Countless
women and men have, and continue to find, healing through the mercy and
forgiveness of God.
It took many years, but
the monster of abortion was finally addressed in my family. With God’s help we
finally chased him out of our heads and hearts and filled them instead with His
mercy and forgiveness.
Theresa Bonopartis
Lumina/Hope &
Healing after Abortion
www.postabortionhelp.org
[email protected]
Theresa Bonopartis is the Director of Lumina/Hope
& Healing after Abortion, a post abortion ministry of Good Counsel Homes.
She also is co-developer along with The Sisters of Life, of “Entering Canaan- a Sacramental Journey to an Inheritance of Mercy”
a post abortion ministry. (article originally published in "Celebrate Life"