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.
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.