Abortion story #553
I was 17 when I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t tell my boyfriend right away because I was so scared. My sister had just told my parents she was pregnant. All I thought was, “Oh God, how embarrassing for them for both their girls to be pregnant under the age of 20.” Not to mention, we came from a very Latino community, and pregnancy at a young age ran rampant. The judgment from my peers alone was unbearable to imagine. I was young and very self-centered—always worrying about what people thought of me. I continued life as if nothing had changed. I went to parties, drank, smoked, and did some other drugs. I think in the back of my mind, I was hoping the pregnancy would terminate itself. I can’t recall the moment I told my boyfriend. But at the time, my parents noticed a change in me. They assumed I was on drugs. They wanted to drug test me, but I didn’t want to because I thought the test would show them I was pregnant. With that, we had a falling out and I chose to leave my house. I moved in with my boyfriend. The day came when I started showing, and I panicked... Click here to read the rest.
- Age: 28
- Location: Chicago, IL
- Date Submitted: July 13, 2016