I was just barely 24 years old.
I was about to finish my Master’s degree in Counseling Psychology, when I discovered I was pregnant. Despite faithful use of contraceptives, I still got pregnant. I had been working towards this degree for a long time, and been looking forward to working in the field and helping people. My boyfriend and I agreed this was bad timing for both of us and if we had to carry this pregnancy to term we would make the best of it but, to be honest we would both have been miserable in a relationship that probably wouldn’t last, (and didn’t) and in turn, would make the baby miserable as well. It wasn’t a hard decision; I was grateful to be able to have a choice and continue on the life plan I’d been working towards.