Abortion story #791
I had my first abortion when I was 17. I told my parents that I was pregnant and the long-story-short is that my dad told me to either get an abortion or leave the house. This was back in 1996, but it still feels like it happened yesterday. My mom made the appointment, and my mom took me to Planned Parenthood. I was an emotional mess from the moment we got into the car until the moment I got back home. My mom yelled at me and screamed at me and told me to just forget about it and forget that it ever happened and to never bring it up ever again. I still remember the doctor and the nurse who tried to get me to relax, and I remember a moment later how I woke up in a reclining chair in some other room. But I did try to forget about it, and I did try to act like it was okay—and that I should just move on. I was pregnant again at age 22, but this time I decided on keeping the baby. I didn't even tell my parents that I was pregnant until I was three months, part of me thinking that they would be there for me and help me instead of giving me a speech about how I wasn't ready yet. Of course, they ended up giving me that speech anyway. My mom even called me the next day and told me that it wasn't too late to have an abortion, and she already found a clinic who could do it in one day and that my mom would also pay for it... Click here to read the rest.
- Age: 42
- Location: Albany, NY
- Date Submitted: June 27, 2021