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I was 20 years old when I got pregnant for the first time. My boyfriend wasn’t supportive and not good to me. My mom and boyfriend advised me to get an abortion. Told me I couldn’t do it. I went in that room and spoke their words. Because I believed them. I didn’t think I could do it. I went through with the process in complete and utter panic, crying each step, each question. My mom had brought me but stayed in the car. After I took the first pill they give you to either take there or at home, I regretted it. When I got back to the car my mom didn’t say anything to me. But was still upset because I didn’t want to listen to country music on the way to end my child’s life for everyone but myself. It’s now been 9 months since then and I still crumble when I have cramps from periods because of how familiar it felt—while I feel as if I was forced to give my child up because the people around were verbally telling me I couldn’t be a good parent and I should just wait. My mom is now 6 months pregnant. I try not to hate her, but I do. And I’ll carry that pain with me for my lifetime. I wanted more than anything to be a mother, and I was so close. It feels like it’s been ripped right from me. I still look at the sonogram. I was 6 weeks. My baby had a heartbeat. Had I known what I know now. The pain I’d feel waking up from dreams where I have my baby and scattering because they’re nowhere to be found. Please don’t let people influence your life or decisions. Just be safe. My heart goes out to everyone.

Age: 21
Location: Syracuse, NY
Date: March 7, 2025