I grew up in a conservative Hispanic family, and I was terrified of seeking birth control when I became sexually active; most importantly, I was terrified of getting caught using birth control by my parents.
Growing up in a conservative area, I've never really thought much about abortion. Sex education classes always preached abstinence and "good girls," a demographic I've always been included in, never had sex before marriage. That is until I found myself in an emotionally and physically abusive relationship with a "good, Christian boy" and became pregnant.
I was told by doctors I could never get pregnant and decided to have sex without protection. Soon I found out they were wrong. I was starting my senior year of college and had no plan of having a kid. My parents didn't believe in abortions and being completely honest I didn't either until now.
My abortion made me a better parent.
At age 18 most kids believe they are invincible. But what some kids don't realize is that life can simply change in the blink of an eye. I wasn't ready for a baby nor was my boyfriend of only two months.
When I first told him about the pregnancy, he told me that he supported me no matter what. Turns out, those were just empty words.
I found out I was pregnant during my senior year of high school.
I felt abortion was the selfless thing for me to do, because intentionally bringing a child into that mess would have been completely irresponsible and unfair to any child.
I was raised Catholic and I was an ardent and fervent devotee while I still practiced. And then one day a few years later, still pro-life and a bit green, having been in love with my partner for 2 years I got pregnant.
The panic I felt when I found out I was pregnant really made me understand the women who retreated to back alley abortions.
I found I was pregnant five months before my high school graduation. Due to the laws in my state, I had to go in front of a judge and prove I was mature enough to obtain an abortion without parental consent.
The outcome of my pregnancy, that choice was made by God. I feel like how to handle the end of my pregnancy, that choice should have been mine, and it wasn't because of a law.
When my wife was pregnant with our first child she was going to school in a building that also had an abortion clinic in it. She was about 4 months along and was showing a little. Every time she went to school they had security that had to escort her through a crazy mob of protestors who grabbed at her yelling things like "Dont kill your baby!!"
Shortly after turning 18 and in my final semester of high school, I found out I was pregnant by my boyfriend of two years.
In 2002 my life was saved by an emergency abortion and surgery at a city hospital in NYC. I was uninsured and bleeding to death from an ectopic pregnancy.
After two live births and one miscarriage, I tried to have a third child. After four sequential miscarriages, I had had enough.
In 2007, I was diagnosed with HELLP in my 5th month of a wanted pregnancy. Because my body was not responding to the labor inducing drugs so I could deliver my daughter, my body was dying quickly.
In May of 1980 I discovered that I was pregnant with what would have been my second child. I started spotting on a Thursday, and saw my Doctor on Friday.
I've never needed an abortion, but if I were to become pregnant I would be forced to choose between having an abortion to survive, or dying with my unborn fetus. I have a health issue that makes it impossible for me to carry a pregnancy to term.
Back in the 1960s I had a very talented, intelligent, math wiz, friend, who had a life of success ahead of her. She needed an abortion.
In the late 1930's my mother became pregnant. The fetus died, and became infected.
I had break-through bleeding 2 weeks after a +pregnancy test. Quantitative blood draws showed declining UCG (pg hormone) levels.
At one point in time, I was very pro-life and couldn't imagine who would ever get an abortion. Then came the day that I learned I was pregnant.
When I was eighteen I became pregnant by my boyfriend. At that time abortion was illegal in the US.
At 15 years old I was raped by a 17 year old boy that I was dating. My father asked me if I wanted to marry this boy since I was pregnant. I said no, that I was raped but men didn't believe that word in 1965.