Survivor Testimonies From Around the World
Although there are only a handful of abortion survivors who publicly share of their survival through ministry and often through pro-life advocacy, the reality is that many more survivors exist in our world. Whenever abortion survivors speak at events or participate in media interviews, we often meet and hear from other survivors, many of whom always thought they were “the only one.” Here are the stories of many of those survivors. Some wish to remain anonymous, while others share more, in the hopes to give a name to children who are rendered nameless, faceless, and voiceless in our world–the preborn, who are victims of abortion.
If you wish to share your own personal story as a survivor, or would like to be connected to other survivors, please send an email to: firstname.lastname@example.org.
I have decided to share my story because it is a story of hope and love.
I have been given the gift of life.
Growing up as a child I remember feeling lonely at times. I remember feeling a sense that something was missing. This may sound like a “cliche” statement, but very real for me. I
remember feeling that my heart was aching for someone to be close to, someone who could understand me and the way I felt or understand the way that I thought. I knew I was missing something. The feeling I have is very deep inside and confusing.
It is difficult to put words to these emotions. The closest that I can come to explaining to someone who does not know this feeling is a longing to fill a void that once was full. I have always had the sense that when I am leaving a room, or the house that I am forgetting something. I will look over the things that I am carrying a few times until I realize I have everything I need for where I am going and what I will be doing.
It is more than a forgotten item it is a deep sense of missing something. This has been as long as I can remember.
Before I was born, two months premature and only weighing two pounds, one ounce, I shared my life in the womb with another for a short time. Our time together was cut short just a few months
before that, when my mother had an abortion.
From what I understand, I was not discovered until my mother noticed me moving around inside of her. She had thought she was no longer pregnant. She had no idea I was living inside of her.
My mother rushed to the doctor to see what was wrong. The doctor discovered that my mother was still pregnant and was carrying twins at the time of the abortion.
After being advised by the doctors that another abortion would be possible, my mother decided to keep me instead. She continued to have some issues with the pregnancy, as I was struggling to
The doctors delivered me by emergency c-section. I was born at 29 weeks, and weighing only 2lbs. and 1oz. They described me as a healthy, vigorous baby.
I was blessed to come through all of that, and to come through so well. I grew, gained weight, had a strong heart, and no problems all throughout childhood and to the present.
All of the glory and honor goes to our Lord. He chose me. He saved me. He has given me life, so I can share it with others.
I will never be able to change the past, to go back in time and allow the doctors to see my brother or sister.
I can only imagine what it would’ve been like if they had made it, what they would
look like, if they were a boy or a girl. I picture us being so close, and having a bond that is unbreakable. I feel like I miss him, or her in a most interesting and spiritual way. It seems though, at times that we are in connected forever in my heart, in my soul and in my life.
Those bonds were not broken by the strings of real or tangible “life” as we call it.
Because of a choice that was made, I will never have the privilege of meeting someone that was so close to my heart for such a short time.
They will never get to experience life.
My heart aches though at the thought that my twin brother or sister did not have a choice regarding their life.
The choice, their life was chosen for them.
I allow myself to grieve, and reflect on the undeniable facts that surround the truth. I embrace what their life has given me.
I believe that even though this situation could be viewed as tragic or sad, that God has worked this out for good. He has allowed me to live, so I can share my story with others.
It is not about me, my twin or my mother. It is about sharing what I have learned to glorify God.
What happened to me in my early life was only the beginning of the other many challenging things that I would face.
I have endured many hardships in my life. I had many trials and struggles that affected me greatly. I had times when I would wonder if I would ever have anything good all the way into my
I didn’t think I would be able to go on with life, I was held back by what people said about me and how I was treated by others. My confidence and self esteem was shattered. I did not
find any worth or value in myself, which I am still working on to this day.
The last few years, after having the Lord in my life, I have been able to appreciate more what I have been given.
Even though I knew about God, I didn’t really know Him on a personal level like
I do now. I am learning to love myself and trust the people in my life who are in my life now.
My value and worth does not come from what others say about me, or the way in which I came into this world.
I am who God says I am!
I have a beautiful life. I have children of my own, who are all sweet, intelligent, giving and kind. I also have the greatest husband, who is also my best friend. Our boxer, Missy is also a part of our family and she gives us great joy.
I was not rejected.
I was not forgotten.
I am loved! I have hope! I have a future!
The same is true for you!
No matter what you go through, you can choose to live free, joyous, and peaceful. You can choose to forgive others, and have compassion.
Thank you, Lord.
Thank you for allowing me to have life, to be a mother, wife and beautiful woman that you created me to be.
As Romans 8:28 reads:
“And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”
I’m 17-years-old and I’ve never been more thankful for my life. I’m a survivor!
When my birthmom was pregnant with me, she realized that she was not able to care for a 6th child. She was single, her fiancé left her after hearing about her pregnancy, and she had no money or home.
She thought that abortion was the only option.
She ran to her sister who tried to talk her out of abortion, but with everything else going on in her life, she (my birthmother) thought an abortion is what had to happen.
I shouldn’t have survived the saline abortion, but I did!
God was with me from the very beginning!
His love is so powerful, and his plan is so much bigger than we could ever imagine!
After hearing the abortion had failed, my birthmother continued with the pregnancy and eventually placed me for adoption. I was planned to be adopted right at birth, but because of the abortion attempt, and my premature birth at 32 weeks (weighing 4 lbs. 3 oz), I was cared for in the neonatal intensive care unit before I went home to my parents.
I’ve grown up with hypoglycemia, ADD, dyslexia and fainting spells. I was slow to grow and develop like other children my age.
The first miracle I can remember happening in my life, besides the abortion failing, of course, occurred one day in my church’s youth group. We were going around the room reading chapters in the Bible, and I always used to ask my youth pastor to skip me because of how poorly I was able to read. At this point, I was a freshman in high school and I had never read out loud for other people. Even the thought of reading out loud seemed impossible. But one day, while going around the circle, my youth pastor encouraged me to give reading a try. The verses I had to read were (Romans 8:10-13 NIV). I read through those verses like a champ! It was all God’s power completely healing me! I read all of it with no stutter and no trouble at all! It was totally amazing and I couldn’t believe what had happened.
Those were the very first words I had ever read out lout and I couldn’t be happier.
Ever since I’ve started youth group, and attending church as a high school freshman, I’ve learned we can have a relationship with the creator of the universe, and He heals! And I’ve been so blessed with people there to help me through anything. I’ve made the best friends of my life at my church, they’re the family that accepted me when I felt so abandoned by my biological family. Even though I once felt abandoned by them, I do still keep in contact with my birth mom, and some of my siblings.
I am so grateful for every single miracle as well as obstacle that has been placed in my life. It was God’s plan all along. I still have a long journey ahead, but I can do anything now, I’m totally and completely unstoppable knowing God is always by my side.
Dawn Milberger’s Story:
Dawn Milberger has been called to speak publically about her personal testimony of survival of several attempts to abort her through induced miscarriage, the beautiful dynamics of adoption discussed and lived out in her forever (adoptive) family, and the journey of forgiveness offered to her birthparents along with learning to understand and accept the powerful forgiveness from our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ for her own participation in an abortion, having driven a college friend to an abortion clinic.
When Dawn met both of her birthparents in 1986, she was stunned and shocked with the information that was shared. One of the very first things that her birthmother said to her was, “I need to ask for your forgiveness because I tried to get rid of you…..twice.” Her birthmother confessed that a friend of hers, a nurse, gave her injections on two occasions (of a substance that Dawn is not aware of the specifics of), in an attempt to induce miscarriage.
Then her birthfather began to confess his actions towards her in the womb as well. He said, “I need to ask for your forgiveness too for I purposefully played with your birthmother’s pregnant stomach as a punching bag in order for you to miscarry and gave her rough piggy back rides to make you drop.”
To this day, Dawn considers both of her birthparents very brave and somewhat heroic. They didn’t have to share their actions but needed to confess these actions to her, risking any kind of emotional rejection and repercussions from her. Their years of self-torment taught Dawn that abortion whether successful or not does affect everyone involved. Their genuine humility in seeking forgiveness from Dawn taught her application how to reach out to seek forgiveness in her own life’s situations regardless of the possible outcome.
Dawn’s entire testimony is not only compelling but full of proof of the unmerited grace and providence of our Lord. Her incredible testimony targeted toward adoption will not only cause you to reconsider your original view of adoption but will encourage you to view it in an entirely new light.
Despite the fact that Dawn uses a wheelchair when faced with walking long distances, and has been receiving infusion treatments for 21 years for neuro-muscular issues which she was born with that may be as a result of the injections her birthmother received, she’s still zealous to reach out and share the message the Lord has called her to give……
Genesis 50:20, “But as for you, you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good, in order to bring it about as it is this day, to save many people alive.” NKJV
She’s been led to create a ministry named Gotcha Ministries of Central Texas. Should you be interested in having Dawn speak at your event please contact GMOCT at email@example.com or visit them on their Facebook page.
I grew up in a very violent environment, a very dangerous city in a Latin American country and in a very violent family. Fights were almost daily between my parents; I was the third child after many years of age difference between my older sister and brother. My childhood was very rough, lots of physical and mental abuse from my mother. I don’t blame her at all, she was very strict, living a very unhappy marriage from the mid-1960’s, very traditional and conservative, where couples were married forever no matter what.
Each child for her was one more obstacle between a bad marriage and her freedom. When she got pregnant after seven years from the last child (my sister), she didn’t know what to do. Lack of money for the whole family, lots of necessity for the current family members; I was not welcome at all and both of my parents made the decision to abort me. I don’t know what type of abortion it was. All I know is that after the procedure, she got very ill, almost to the point that she thought was going to die. Weeks later, she realized she was still pregnant.
I always knew that she was hiding something from me, something I must know to fix our bad relationship. I didn’t have any respect for her when I was a kid. I hated her for long time. It was a painful and horrible childhood. Until one day, around my early thirties, I finally got her to tell me what the issue was between us, but what I found out was far from any wild thought I had considered.
Since then, all of the pieces have automatically fallen into place. That was my last piece to understand our bad relationship, to never judge her. I now actually understood her behavior over all those years. In the following years we became really good friends, to the point that I wanted to help her to get a divorce and move in with me or pay for her to have a new place to live. That day finally came, so I called her right away to let her know that I was financially ready to help her. She was so happy! Sadly, the next day she passed away.
For a long time, I thought I was the only one survivor, now I’m glad you all exist, you all made it as well.
Ricardo S.–Latin America
I’m a Survivor,
When my mom was pregnant with me, my dad was in prison for polygamy. My mom did not know what to do. She went to the doctors office. He told her I was just a blob and gave her something to take that would cause her body to abort me. Well, it did not work. I came into being. Later, someone who prayed for me, said that she had a vision that Gods hands were on my moms stomach, keeping me from coming out. God saved me that day, and has been setting me free ever since. This has had a very big impact on my life. Praise God He is Big, and has been with me my whole life.
Alive and well, Brenda Green, (blog, heartstouchinghearts.blogspot.com)
“When I went to meet my birthmother when I was twenty-one, she told me that before making an adoption plan for me, she first tried to abort me. Unbelievably to me, I had survived a partial birth abortion.” Anonymous Male, Canada.
“I never thought it was a big deal until now,” remarked a woman in her early adulthood, about knowing through her parents own admissions that they had tried to abort her. “They showed such remorse over what they had done and they’ve shown me love throughout my life, so I never have asked them what, exactly, the abortion involved.” Anonymous Female, originally from Nigeria, now living in the U.S.
“I grew up knowing that my parents had tried to abort me. I never asked what, exactly, had happened, because my parents were abusive to me throughout my childhood, but they told me time and time again that they had tried to abort me, and they wished that it would have worked like it was supposed to.” Anonymous Adolescent Female, originally from Central America, now living in Canada.
“I survived a partially botched abortion involving twins, with myself being the surviving half, and my sister not so much. I’m 58 years old now, and still trying to come to terms with what has happened to me. I am determined, however, to continue forward in my life”—Anonymous Male, United States.
Melody A Olson is an abortion survivor from Prior Lake Minnesota. Her story started with the deathbed confession of her grandmother whispering…“you were never wanted”.
The revelation of this long lived secret could have led her down a path of hatred and strife, but instead Melody chose to Speak Life & Live (www.melodyaolson.com). She chose to forgive fully and completely. She even found the courage to remove the masks that held her imprisoned by the guilt, shame and condemnation of her own secrets….