Read our stories.
Katie's story (co-founder of VDLC) - There have been so many days over the past few months that I have spent on the streets of London, standing in front of, or beside, signs of bloody allegedly aborted fetuses.
Natalie's Story (co-founder of VDLC) I have never been through pregnancy loss, but I am no stranger to CCBR's lack of empathy.
In November while counter-demonstrating, I was covering the signs of a CCBR
I was raised by my single Mom and Grandma who were always very open about everything (my Mom was an RN). I grew up in a small town. I remember moving to London years ago and being exposed
I became involved with the VLDC shortly after they began counterprotesting. My time with them has been incredibly enlightening. I’ve had the opportunity to work with an amazing community at VLDC and engage with countess Londoners on the streets.
I have been counter-protesting since the end of September, so I have had a fair number of interactions with the CCBR and LAA. The majority of these interactions can be summed up as having earned me nicknames such as “the firecracker” and “spicy.”
Here's my story from our October 31st counter protest: I decided to go stand across the street as we were starting to crowd our corner. I was there for a few minutes when a van pulled up to the stop light. The passenger started wildly giving us the thumbs up and waving!
I'd been a member of the vdlc group for a couple weeks before I actually decided to go out and counter. As someone who thought their views aligned more with prolife despite having to face my own procedure a little under 2 years ago. The reaction I had to
I heard of these graphic image posters before but never saw them first hand until I drove past one. I almost swerved my car. I couldn’t believe what I just saw.
I quickly posted on the FB page where these graphic images were.
I first saw the graphic abortion signs created by the CCBR and used by LAA on campus on my way to class at King’s University College. I didn’t have time to approach them before my class started and immediately started having a panic attack when I got to class.
I remember the day I received my flyer in the mail. It was a regular weekday. I had dropped my daughter off at school and came back home. I grabbed the mail like I do every morning and proceeded to go inside my house. When I opened the flyer I fell to my step.