Abortion story #789
I found out I was pregnant at the age of 18. I was still living at home—no job and out of school. I told my boyfriend of nearly two years, and he left town "to think" for over a week, with no word. During that time, I did nothing but think. Obviously I couldn't count on him. How could I raise a baby at home with my single, divorced mom footing the bill—with three younger kids at home? What if I was a horrible mother? Could I live with giving my child away? What would my family think? Could I get and keep a job while pregnant? How painful is childbirth? Is it right or wrong? It was legal, and everyone said the fetus wasn't a "real baby" yet, right? My boyfriend came back after I had made up my mind to have an abortion. He was happy and relieved. It was the first grown-up decision I ever made, and I came to it with only a few pamphlets the counseling center gave when they told me the news. I went to the appointment and "chickened out,” my boyfriend said. He was mad; I told him I would do it. The nurse said I was just afraid of the procedure once it was explained to me, so she made another appointment where I would be put under, instead of awake for the abortion... Click here to read the rest.
- Age: 60
- Location: Indiana
- Date Submitted: March 4, 2021