Abortion story #776
I had an abortion when I was 18 years old. Finding out I was pregnant was a shock to say the least. I had just broken up with my boyfriend of two years and was trying to start over. I didn’t know what else to do and I was scared. My fear turned into anger and I began to lash out at everyone. Looking back, now in my forties with kids, I had hit rock bottom. My mother drove me to Atlanta to get the procedure done. I remember there was a heavily pregnant woman in the office getting an abortion as well and at the time, I felt nothing. I had successfully removed myself from the situation and couldn’t wait for it to all be over. There was cramping afterwards and a lot of bleeding over the course of several days. As the years went by, the feelings of guilt slowly crept in—no matter how hard I tried to keep them down and no matter how hard I tried to justify it. Having an abortion is not a badge of honor... Click here to read the rest.
- Age: 45
- Location: Chattanooga, TN
- Date Submitted: May 5, 2020
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