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.
This story is about my great grandma Josephine and why I am pro choice. I have always been pro choice and believe what we choose to do with our bodies is nobody else’s concern. But the story of my grandma Jo cuts to the heart of why abortion must be kept safe and legal.
In the beginning of a relatively new relationship, I faced an unplanned pregnancy. I was in no way able to carry out a pregnancy at this time.
I am in the middle of my college career, my husband is in the military and also going to college, and we live in a studio apartment on campus. We have neither the time, the money, nor the room to take care of a child.
Almost a year ago, I rushed into the emergency room one morning with intense abdominal pain. Within the course of the next few hours I learned that I was seven weeks pregnant and that it was an ectopic (tubule) pregnancy.
My stepmother was born in Boston during the pre-Roe days. She was then adopted by a loving couple. The doctor that delivered her set up the adoption—he had done this many times. But he was also there as a safe option for women that looked for an abortion provider.
I had an illegal abortion when I was 20, seven years before Roe v. Wade became law.
I was in a seven year abusive relationship that left me hospitalized and with P.T.S.D. I became pregnant with this individual and I knew that I could not keep my pregnancy.
I had my first child when I was only 15 years old, a ninth grader in junior high.
I'm sure my story is like many others. I'm a struggling college student.
I got pregnant from my second sexual experience at age 21.
I got pregnant at 18, and chose to keep my child, a decision I have never regretted.
I'm in a long distance relationship with the most wonderful man in the world. I got pregnant last October and was crushed.
I had my first abortion at age 17. It was illegal at that time in every state but California and New York.