Teen Abortion Issues

I was forced into an abortion. Here’s my story. I was 14 when I get pregnant. Me and my boyfriend picked up a pregnancy test in the month of June. Me and my boyfriend were so happy. But the thing was we were not trying. We both wanted to keep it. I was talking to him one night like always and told him I need to tell my mom, she has to know. He was fine with it. I was so scared to tell her, but I did one day. My boyfriend wanted to come over the day I told her, him and his mom. When I told her she blew up. She told me I had to get an abortion. My boyfriend told her, “No she is not; it’s our kid.” But she didn’t care. She told him and his mom to get out of are house NOW.

I was mad. I fought with her every day. I told her ,”It’s my baby; why would you kill something that didn’t do anything wrong?” The day my mom took me up to Planned Parenthood I told them I wanted to keep my baby. They told my mom, and she blew up again. She told me that if I don’t get one she is Not going to help me with my baby. I will get kicked out, and she would take my boyfriend to court. I didn’t want that, but I also wanted to keep my baby. So when we were in the car on our way back home, we had to stop off at Walmart to get something. We walked in the store and my mom was telling me how I’m a whore and I make her sick. I could not take it anymore. I told my mom, “Fine, I will kill my kid to make you happy.”

The next day we went back to Planned Parenthood. I was at my 3 months and 1 day mark. When I was siting in the waiting room my baby started to kick. I couldn’t go threw with it, but I had to do it. I couldn’t tell my boyfriend that I had an abortion, so I told him that our baby died from not forming properly. Now

I’m 15 now. It’s been 2 months since I had my abortion, and I feel so alone. Seeing little kids and babies around makes me break down and cry. I have an ultrasound picture of my baby; and I keep it in a picture frame with a baby blanket next to it, letting me know I will never forget what my Own mother did to my life and my kid.

I was the single mother of a two-year-old when I had my abortion. I was 22 years old when I found out I was pregnant by a guy I recently started talking to. We had only been talking for about three months and decided to have unprotected sex. What a bad decision. 8 weeks later I found out I was pregnant and confided in him. He denied it in the beginning but came to realize it was his child.

He wanted me to have an abortion, and at the time I did not want to but went ahead and gave him his wish. I listened to my friends tell me what to do and this guy, BUT MOST OF ALL I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY HEART AND MY CHILD’S HEART AND GIVEN THIS ANGEL A CHANCE AT LIFE.

When I was 13 I went to a party, got hammered, and had sex with my ex boyfriend. I had no idea what the consequences of unprotected sex would be. I mean, I knew, health class, but I didn’t think it would happen to me. It did.

I was thin, and my mom noticed my stomach and that I was getting sick about 2 and a half months after I found out I was pregnate. I tried to hide it the best I could. But, just like I expected, she forced me to get an abortion. I cried for days!

A part of me was happy my mom found out and made me get an abortion. I wanted to be able to drink, and party, and be friends with the people who I knew didn’t love me but would make me popular. But another part of me wished she wouldn’t have. I mean, this was my baby, and I felt like I knew it, I talked to it, and prayed I would be able to keep it.

But the date I was to be aborted came, and I regret it. . .

“To my baby, I’m so sorry I did such a terrible thing to you. If I had another chance I would be holding you in my arms and loving you with all my heart…”

I was sixteen when I found out I was pregnant. I told my best friend first then my boyfriend at the time. At first I was scared. Then as time passed I was super excited. Time went on and I attended my doctor’s appointments and picked out names. It was the best feeling ever. I found out my little girl was on her way.

Then my mom started to notice and she finaly asked. There was no way around the question so I admitted to it. She said I had to get an abortion. I couldn’t go against my mother so I did it. April 26, 2008, is one day I will NEVER forget. It was the biggest mistake I ever made. Now I hate the sight of pregnant girls, or even seeing girls with their children. The father of my baby and I broke up soon after because we couldn’t forgive ourselves, and ultimately the decision we made and the blame that came with it was tearing us down.

I can picture that day in my mind clearly. It replays over and over in my head. I still cry sometimes. After all the side effects I highly doubt I can conceive again. I will never forget my little girl, and I’m sorry I took her life. I would take her place if it were possible.

When I was 14 years old it was the summer before freshman year and I thought I was so cool for having a senior bf and thought we’d be together forever. That June he told me he didn’t know if we should be together any more. He said, “I’m not breaking up with you yet, but I just wanted to warn you that things aren’t as good as they may seem.” I panicked and we began having sex every day, multiple times without a condom because apparently pulling out would be totally ok. Well, things seemed to be good between us, but one Friday his friend told me he was seeing someone else. I felt I had to step my game up. One time in September 2007 while we were having sex he asked if could cum inside me. I didn’t know what to say, so he just did. Then he told me to go wipe it out, so I went to the bathroom and started cleaning myself off and started crying. I knew right then I was screwed. The next week he broke up with me.

October 2007 I missed my period. I went to my best friend’s house, and her dad took us to the movies. We walked across the street to Walgreens to get a pregnancy test. When we got back to her house me and two of friends sat around and waited. I swear those 2 minutes felt like a century. Then two pink lines showed up. I started balling. I did not know what to do. I called my bf to tell him, and he told me I was lying and if i really was pregnant there is no way it could be his. I was in shock. The next month I just didn’t acknowledge it at all. I just put it in the back of my mind. However, the morning sickness was a constant reminder. My mom took me to 2 different doctors because she thought I was really sick. I couldn’t eat, but I was still vomiting and I had no energy whatsoever. I didn’t want to tell her. I didn’t know how to tell her, but I think that was my biggest mistake…waiting so long to tell her.

One day in late November she came home crying and asked me straight up if I was pregnant. I started crying and that was enough of an answer for her. She told me I was getting an abortion and that I had no say, and honestly I didn’t want to upset her even more by saying that I did want to keep it.

December 6, 2007 I had my abortion. I missed 2 weeks of school because I couldn’t get up I was so depressed. Now almost 2 years later I still do not go a day without thinking about how my life would be diferent if I would have kept it. I don’t have a regular period, and I don’t really have a period at all. I don’t know if I can have kids anymore. I don’t think I can because me and my current bf I’ve been with since the abortion had a few accidents and I have not gotten pregnant or even had a scare.

I was 14 when I got pregnant. My boyfriend was 16. When I told him he was happy and I was happy. My mom was the one who took me to get a test, and when it came out postive I didn’t cry, but she did. I didn’t know what to do. I was going to keep it. Me and my boyfriend at the time were going to raise it together, but reality came when I had to tell my dad. At first I texted him and told him I was pregnant. He thought that I was playing a joke on him, but I said that I was for real. I couldn’t tell him face to face because I wouldn’t have the strength to do so.

So my mom, dad, and I met downtown and we discussed it. I kept telling my dad I was going to keep it, but then I finally gave up and gave in to what he was telling me. He told me to get an abortion. so I told my boyfriend and he was angry. He kept telling me no, you can’t do that…that’s my kid too. But I was so confused and angry at everyone. 

I did it. March 1, 2006, I went to the clinic. They took me in the back and showed me my kid 7 weeks old and in my tummy. When I went back out to finish my paperwork I tryed to show my boyfriend the baby’s picture and he couldn’t bear to look at it. So I went back in the room laid down and I was out. I didn’t remember anything. All I felt was the last tug, and when I woke up my baby was gone. I woke up crying, and I couldn’t stop. As I kept crying other girls were coming out crying too all at the same time. We were all feeling the same pain. We all just lost our children.

After it all happened I went cold. I became depressed and didn’t want to eat or even talk. Every time my dad would bring up me and my baby I would cry for days. After about a month me and my baby’s father broke up. He kept blaming me for killing the baby. It still hurts to this day. I am now 5 months away from being 18 years old, and I have not been pregnant again. I won’t let my child die in vain. I want kids more then anything, but I know that it’s not the right time when I still have my life in front of me.

To all those girl who are trying to make a choice, don’t let someone pressure you into doing anything. You make the decision on your own. But with abortion there are going to be many tears, depression, and heart ache. And to those who are single and doing it on their own you are the real heros!!

When I missed my period I thought it was just that the birth control that I was on needed the dose changed. I called my doctor and they had me come in. I will never forget seeing my baby on the ultrasound and seeing its heartbeat. I still remember the exact number of beats its heart beated (117 per minute). I wanted to keep my baby. I told my boyfriend. He told me that I couldn’t keep my baby. He said I had to pick whose life meant more to me, that one of us will die.

In order to keep a relationship I chose abortion. On July 31 I aborted my baby…a day I will never forget. He sold the pain pills I recieved after the procedure so he could buy weed. He broke up with me a week later. I am now left crying every single day about how I wasn’t strong enough to say no…that I killed my baby for a relationship that didn’t even work out.

It’s been 2 months since my abortion and one would think the decision gets a lot easier as you get older. I’m 22 and a senior in college and 4 months away from graduating and getting a real job. The one thing I thought about when I found out was I have to sacrifice everything that I’ve worked so hard for.

My boyfriend and I have a house. He has a 9-5 job and makes enough money to pay our morgage, but yet not enough to support a baby. How selfish can I be. Now that I’ve had the procedure done, I’m regretting my decision. My future once was so clear before. All I think about is what a baby in my life would be like now.

I was forced into having 2 abortions at a young age, and it was the worst thing possible. I was pressured into doing it by my mom. She talked about me, said that she wouldn’t do anything for me or my baby; and since I was young, I believed her. I was only 14, and then I was pregnant again at 15.

Every time I see my friends with their babies I cry and just ask God why did it have to be me because there is not a day that goes by that I don’t think about my little angles…Remember mommy loves you and that will NEVER CHANGE.

I was 18 when I found out I was pregnant.I was terrified my parents would find out. I was sure that it would kill them. So I did what I thought was the only answer. I had an abortion on November 17. I thought I could live with the pain as long as no one else had to.

I was wrong. A year later I tried to commit suicide. Fortunately I survived. Today is November 17, 2009. It has been 31 years since I killed my daughter. The pain, regret and shame never go away. Please don’t have an abortion. If you have had an abortion please get help to heal.