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Jul. 18th, 2006 11:37 amWomen misled about abortion risks?
No shit, pal.
HA HA.
I hate those so-called 'pregnancy resource centers'. There's one in the same building as one of our offices. It's run by nuns. And it's sole purpose for being there is to trick our patients into thinking they're associated with us, then badger/intimidate our patients into cancelling their appointment. They stand up at the top of the steps and when they see one of the patients coming in, ask them if they're there for an ultrasound. The patients, not knowing any better, tell them yes and then they're brought into a room and given all manner of graphic anti-abortion literature and told they're going to go to hell for killing their baby. It's gotten to the point now where we tell the patients beforehand, when we're making their appointment over the telephone, about the nuns and to watch out for them.
These women usually have it hard enough, making this decision and actually going through with it, they don't need anybody else berating them.
Yesterday, I almost got into it with one of the people who come to the building I work in (we're a multi-tenant building) for drug counselling. Everytime a patient and her support person (usually a boyfriend) would come out of the building, he would start talking very loudly about how we kill babies in this building and that's against everything he stands for and how he hopes the next couple who comes out of the building goes home and kills themselves.
This is the second time I've witnessed him do this and to be quite honest, this guy scares me. Normally, I don't take any shit from people like that and I launch into a verbal tirade. But, this guy? He looked like a tweaker and if there's one thing in life that I've learned, it's to not mess with crystal meth-heads. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I started to get the adrenaline shakes, which is generally Nature's way of telling me DO NOT SPEAK.
So, I went inside with Joanna and got a pen. Went out into the hallway and studied him through the window. Wrote down every single little detail about him and his truck. Today, I'm going up to the counselling office and speaking with their manager about this because it is not acceptable.
I would have done it yesterday, but Joanna had come into work wearing a I <3 ABORTION t-shirt. And we didn't think that would be completely appropriate.
No shit, pal.
HA HA.
I hate those so-called 'pregnancy resource centers'. There's one in the same building as one of our offices. It's run by nuns. And it's sole purpose for being there is to trick our patients into thinking they're associated with us, then badger/intimidate our patients into cancelling their appointment. They stand up at the top of the steps and when they see one of the patients coming in, ask them if they're there for an ultrasound. The patients, not knowing any better, tell them yes and then they're brought into a room and given all manner of graphic anti-abortion literature and told they're going to go to hell for killing their baby. It's gotten to the point now where we tell the patients beforehand, when we're making their appointment over the telephone, about the nuns and to watch out for them.
These women usually have it hard enough, making this decision and actually going through with it, they don't need anybody else berating them.
Yesterday, I almost got into it with one of the people who come to the building I work in (we're a multi-tenant building) for drug counselling. Everytime a patient and her support person (usually a boyfriend) would come out of the building, he would start talking very loudly about how we kill babies in this building and that's against everything he stands for and how he hopes the next couple who comes out of the building goes home and kills themselves.
This is the second time I've witnessed him do this and to be quite honest, this guy scares me. Normally, I don't take any shit from people like that and I launch into a verbal tirade. But, this guy? He looked like a tweaker and if there's one thing in life that I've learned, it's to not mess with crystal meth-heads. All the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I started to get the adrenaline shakes, which is generally Nature's way of telling me DO NOT SPEAK.
So, I went inside with Joanna and got a pen. Went out into the hallway and studied him through the window. Wrote down every single little detail about him and his truck. Today, I'm going up to the counselling office and speaking with their manager about this because it is not acceptable.
I would have done it yesterday, but Joanna had come into work wearing a I <3 ABORTION t-shirt. And we didn't think that would be completely appropriate.
