I Went to a Crisis Pregnancy Center and What I Saw Will Shock You
One woman sat down and began asking my personal information- name, age, address, whether I was baptized, who I lived with, if I had a boyfriend, my marital status, you know- the usual stuff.
“What’s his name?” she asked. After asking her to clarify exactly whom she was referring to, she said, “the man you had sex with.” I told her I didn’t want to tell her and she pressed on.
“You have to tell me. I need this information in case I want to follow up with you,” she pleaded. I gave her a fake name and we moved on. She began to ask more personal questions about the baby’s fictional father- what does the he want me to do with the baby, how long have I known him, what is our relationship like. When I told her that he wants me to get an abortion, her response was what I expected- frank and aligned with the clinic’s pro-life stance.
Just then, an older woman walked into the room. She introduced herself to me- the only employee to do so- and leaned on the table in front of me.
“I’m going to ask you a very personal question and I don’t want you to answer. You’re a beautiful, intelligent young woman. Why are you giving yourself up sexually?” she asked, cocking her head to one side.
Um, because sex is fun? The slut-shaming was really the icing on the cake. She didn’t want me to respond, but rather to sit there and be admonished for having premarital sex.