What it's like to work at the front desk of an abortion clinic
I’ll admit, I’ve thought about writing this article for a very long time, but I was always afraid of the fall out from friends, family, and clients. But I think, given the state of the world right now, this needs to be said.
I personally wouldn’t get an abortion, but I agree with letting a woman make the decision that is best for HER life and HER situation.
No, they didn’t perform abortions all day every day, but they provided them. Most of the time, this clinic did everyday women’s health care, standard gynecological appointments, and birth control and proactive women’s health care counseling. We also provided cancer screenings, and helped many women who couldn’t afford these standard yearly women’s health appointments.
The first time I worked on a day when abortions were provided, I was nervous — nervous about how I would feel, nervous about meeting the women, nervous about the protesters outside, nervous about being in the building, and nervous about walking to my car at the end of the day.
It wasn’t anything like I expected.
It’s difficult to do that when you’re standing behind a wall of bulletproof glass with a small hole to talk through. But that’s the danger we, as employees, faced every day just from working in the office. We always asked ourselves, who’s going to come in here and what will they do?
Abortions cost big money that the patient must pay out of their own pocket. Some insurance plans cover the procedure, but most don’t, and others require a copay. Unfortunately, we don’t make the insurance companies’ rules.
The clinic does a counseling session with each woman. Clinic workers go over why they’re making this choice, make sure the patients know they have other options, and teach patients how to find those options if they weren’t previously aware. The actual abortion only takes about 15 minutes. The patients spend half of the appointment discussing their choice with employees trained to counsel the women — and if there is even a hint of doubt or confusion, the abortion is not performed that day.
The women who came into the clinic weren’t who I expected. I don’t know why — likely because of the media — but I expected a room full of teenagers in trouble. However, the patients were mostly adults. Some married, some already mothers. Some cried, some were like statues just following orders. Most were in a situation I could never understand.
Many were impatient. Like me, they had an uneasy feeling from being within an establishment that so many people hated. Protesters and “pro-lifers” were judgmental and hateful — not because we judged them that way, but because that’s how they showed themselves to us as we walked into the clinic.
I heard stories that hurt my heart. After talking to a few of these women, it was clear that for many, this wasn’t an easy decision — but one they felt was necessary in their situation. For some of these women, it was the hardest decision they will ever make.
They need to be able to look back at this procedure, and remember someone who acknowledged their difficult situation and treated them with respect.
We gave the patients advice so that they could hopefully avoid needing to make this decision in the future, and we showed them where to get the help they’ll need after their appointment. If they weren’t sure about their decision, we counseled them before they did something they’d forever regret.
Instead, see people. Imagine being taunted by people who know nothing about you or your situation as you make a difficult decision.
Imagine going to work and being called a “baby killer” and being told “you’re going to hell” while each day you pray that God gives you the strength to help these women. Who do you think will make more of a difference in that person’s life? The person who was an understanding, nonjudgmental light on a dark day, or the person screaming “murderer” and chanting hate towards a woman they know nothing about?
Aimee B is a parenting blogger at Teenagers & Beyond and a book blogger at Hello…Chick Lit. She’s the mother of three teenagers and wife of 20 years. She’s almost finished writing her first novel, and can often be found redecorating her house, reading or writing, cleaning until someone begs her to stop, yelling at kids, or singing to her cats. Follow her on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter.