Teen Abortion Issues

I was 15 years old going to my first ob/gyn appointment. This is when I discovered I was pregnant. The boyfriend I had at the time was 18, and he did not take the news very well.

My ob/gyn gave me the option of telling my father (who was my legal guardian) and each of my options. My boyfriend somehow got me to go with the abortion. None of my friends had ever experienced this, and because of this I felt so alone.

I will never forget the day it happened. I had just started the first semester of my sophomore year. The appointment my boyfriend and I made was 10 days before my 16th birthday.

I was completely terrified. I went through all of this on my own with basically no support. At 15 years old I was getting an abortion with a nurse I barely knew holding my hand. I will never forget this kind lady. She gave me the morphine shot for free since no one had told me about it.

After it was all over with there was no turning back. I felt depressed and could barely live with what I had done. A lot of my close friends know what I did and always reassure me that I did the right thing in my position.

I didn’t end up telling my parents until about 9 months afterwards. They each cried and felt horrible that I experienced such an event alone. I wish I would have talked to them because all along I was not alone and would have had the support I needed.

It took me a very long to get over it. I cried randomly about the abortion within the first year and nauseated myself at the thought of sexual intercourse for the longest time. I still think about it all the time, knowing I should have a 4-5 year old and think how much different my life would be.

It still hurts, but I know deep down that I had done the right thing. The guy I was with would not have been able to support us and neither would I. The only thing that really gets to me is knowing that same guy now has a newborn with a woman he is no longer with, but it was never okay for me to have his child.

Just writing this out to this website helps me out alot. I would never want someone else to go through something like this alone! I have helped a lot of my friends through their pregnancies and helped them consider all options. Thank you for taking the time and having the patience to read this.

I thought I was in love with my boyfriend. He was way older then me, and I’ve been with older guys before that used me, but I thought he was different. The same day we started going out I had sex with him unprotected, and I was worried I was pregnant, but I wasn’t, so I got this crazy idea that I just can’t get pregnant and it won’t happen to me. We had sex again unprotected, and that same day he got arrested for drugs.

While he was there he told me how he wanted me to have his baby and that he’s against abortion. So once he got out we had sex again, and then we didn’t talk for 2 weeks. I was worried I was pregnant after my period was a week late, so I took a pregnancy test, and sure enough, I was pregnant. I got ahold of him and told him. He didn’t care. He told me if I wanted to get an abortion he would pay for it but he doesn’t want me to have one. I decided to get a abortion and planned to not tell my mom, but she took away my phone for coming home late and put me on punishment, so I had no way to do it, so I told her and she paid for it, but I told her that he would pay for it. He didn’t pay for it. He’s in jail again, and I am once again lied to, depressed, regretful, and hurt.

Pretty much I’m more careful about who I have sex with, and I make sure he’s protected. Having an abortion was the worst thing I’ve done in my life so far .

I was 18 years old and on the fast track to success. After trying a semester of college and deciding it wasn’t right for me, I enlisted in the United States Army. Three days before my ship date, I found out I was pregnant. When I saw the plus sign on the test it was like a thousand things hit me at once, and I was more terrified in that moment than I have ever been in my entire life. I knew I didn’t have much time to inform my parents and my recruiter because I was supposed to be leaving in three days.

At first the only thing I could think about was the blanket of disappointment that was going to cover my entire family. We had just had my going away party and celebrated Thanksgiving early on account of my going away. I received cards and phone calls from family members telling me how proud they were to have a soldier for a daughter, niece, cousin, grand daughter, etc. And now I was going to let everyone down. I was so ashamed that I couldn’t tell my mom in person. I left her a note and 2 positive pregnancy tests on her desks. I waited two hours before I returned to talked to her. When she saw me she didn’t say much, other than, “You better call your recruiter.” After she told my dad they started pressuring me to get an abortion, telling me I was too young to raise a baby, I would ruin my life and my baby’s life, I would never be able to afford it and go to school so I could get a decent job.

The father of my baby was very supportive of me and constantly tried to tell me it would be okay, we would work through it, and he would pick up another job, but we would make it work. However, his parents felt differently. They kicked him out his house and said they wanted nothing to do with either of us or their grandchild.

I was so hurt by this and so scared of ending up homeless and unable to provide for my child that I broke down and called the clinic. I was 11 weeks pregnant when I had my abortion, and I’ll never forget how I felt that day. I threw up 3 times while I was waiting for the doctor to call me in. They told me I wouldn’t see anything, or feel anything, but that was a lie. When I got off the bed to be wheeled to recovery I saw a glass jar filled with blood and remains, and I knew that was my baby. Ever since that moment, I felt like I’ve died too. I wish that I never took my baby’s life. With every day that passes I feel more and more like a criminal. I never thought I’d be a murderer, but that’s what it feels like. I’ll never forgive myself for what I did, and I’ll never be the same again. A baby is a gift from God, and everyone should know that they have choices, but taking an innocent life should not be your first one.

I found out that I was pregnant a week after my uncle died. I thought I was just depressed at first, but then I realized that I had missed my period. At first I was okay with it. I was only 17 and my friend was also pregnant too. I never in my life thought of abortion. I was always against it. But then I thought about how I was going to tell my mom and how could she handle this. I mean, she had just lost her brother; and what would my family think of me. I was so worried about what others would think, I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I had a life living inside of me.

Getting an abortion was the most selfish thing I have ever done. I think about it every day and wish that I could turn time around. I feel more guilty than anything esle. The father of my child is now in major trouble and could possibly be going to prison for the rest of his life. I’m always thinking if I would have had my baby he wouldn’t be in trouble right now. For anybody who is thinking of abortion, don’t do it..it will be a part of you forever.

I was 16 and had just gotten my license when I found out I was pregnant. The father and I had dated off and on for about 4 years. I was with him when I found out and he knew my answer all along would be abortion. I had so much going for me, and having a baby didn’t fit into my plans. We knew we would have to tell our parents. I was so ashamed of myself that I had the father tell my mom for me.

The appointment was set, and I was ready. Until that day came I just went along in my life. I don’t remember anything between the day I found out and the day of the procedure. When I got to Planned Parenthood and they called me back into the office, I started crying and almost backed out; but I couldn’t do it to myself or my parents. I went through with the procedure on December 19, 2007. The father and I no longer speak. After that day I was a little depressed for awhile and kept myself busy as often as possible.

Not a day goes by that I think that right now I would have a child that would be almost 2 years old and I could be with the man that is still the love of my life. In the end, I know it was the right choice. I still wish sometimes that I could go back and walk out of the office when I had the chance.

When I was around fifteen I met the guy of my dreams. We didn’t even think about sex until we had been dating for around thirteen months.  We both thought, keyword THOUGHT, we were ready. We used a condom, but they only work 97% of the time. I guess Nick and I were the other 3%. I found out I was pregnant around two and a half weeks after our first time.

I was really scared about telling him. I was only sixteen, and he was seventeen. He had gotten early admission to a great college and I didn’t know how to tell him, but I knew I had to telll him. I called him and told him he needed to come over.  I told him I was pregnant and he didn’t say anything for a few minutes. I was really scared. What if he didn’t want to be with me? But after about eight minutes he hugged me really tight. He kept whispering, “Everything’s going to be okay” Boy was he wrong…

When we told our parents it was awful. My parents were so angry. His parents were dissapointed, but they accepted it. Since I was still a minor my parents told me I wasn’t allowed to see my boyfriend ever again and that I would have to get an abortion. Eventually, my parents finally got to me and I had an abortion. It was the most awful thing.

Now that I’m eighteen and I can see Nick, well he won’t talk to me. He calls me a murderer, and I don’t blame him. I regret it everyday. I moved out of my parent’s house, and now I’m living in a small apartment.

Don’t let your parents pressure you into it, go to court if you need too.  I wish I would have.

My names Judith, and I’m from Northern Ireland. I was 17 and had been with my ‘first love’ for just over a year when he unexpectedly broke up with me. I was devastated and everything just seemed to go downhill from there.

A couple of months after, I met a guy and got into a relationship with him. Looking back now, I know it was only a rebound relationship. After being together for about 3 1/2 months, I found out I was pregnant. At first I was shocked and scared but was reassured that I would have the baby and everything would be OK after talking to our parents.

Having an abortion hadn’t even crossed my mind until the week before Christmas when my dad suggested it. He said I was too young and had to finish my a-levels. He said it would be my decision but it went from being a suggestion to me feeling as if i had to do it, so as not to let my dad down.

As its only legal in special cases in Northern Ireland, I had to go through a Family Planning Agency to book an appointment in England. My mum and I travelled to Birmingham on the 26th of January, 2007, for the procedure. By this time, my boyfriend and I had split up, so I felt more convinced that it was the right thing to do. I was just over 10 weeks gone when I had the abortion. It was such a horrible situation to be in.

The waiting room was full of women. We were all there for the same reason, but it didn’t make it any easier. It was so uncomfortable. Nobody spoke, and I wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. As my mum had to wait outside, I went out to her evey chance I got. Just before I went in for the procedure, my mum told me I didn’t have to go through with it if I didn’t want to…the money didn’t matter. I just wanted to grab my stuff and leave, but couldn’t because I knew my dad would be disappointed, so I went back into the clinic to get it over and done with. My mum gave me her special ‘guardian angel’ to take into theatre with me. I quietly sobbed as I laid on the bed, waiting for the anesthetic to kick in.

When I woke up from the anesthetic, I was taken to a room with some other patients. Here I had to take 2 paracetamol for the pain and sit for 20-30 minutes. There was a feeling of relief, but I was upset at the thought of what I had just done. As I got ready to go back out to my mum, I held the tears back. As soon as I saw her, she hugged me and I burst into tears. I regretted it immediately. When I went home that night, I went straight to bed. Relatives and friends brought me flowers and spent time with me over the next few days. Even though they were there when I cried, I felt so alone.

I left school shortly after that without finishing my a-levels. The following year, I suffered a miscarriage. Whether or not it had something to do with the abortion, I don’t know, but it can affect a woman’s chances of being able to have a baby in the future. It also affects a woman mentally. I have been on strong anti-depressants for 2 years and have been seeing a counselor for just over a year. A few of my friends have had babies recently, and although I’m happy for them, I can’t help feeling sad and angry because I know something will always be missing and I only have myself to blame. I think about it everyday and I hate myself for doing it. It’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, and I know I’ll never be the same again. xox

During the summer of 2009 I was with a boy I had been with for 3 years. He always told me that no matter what the situation was he would always be there for me. So then it hit. I wasn’t feeling well, and I had started throwing up. So knowing what had happened between us I got a pregnancy test, and it came out to be positive. I went to a clinic where they told me how many months I was and the day my baby would be born. I even got prenatal vitamins for my baby’s healthy start. After my mother found the papers from that moment on my family was putting a lot of pressure on me with this situation and so was he. He told me he wasn’t ready to be a father, but to me that didn’t matter…it was a life inside me.

Just a couple of days before school started I went to an abortion clinic. I saw people outside with signs, and I was petrified, but because I loved him so much and I didn’t want to ruin my mother’s life, I made the BIGGEST mistake of my ENTIRE life…and that was giving up something that would belong to me.

Now my bestfriend’s baby is my God-daughter, and when I see her I begin to cry. Why? Because if I could go back in time I would never have done what I did, and now I feel this weakness and sorrow inside me that’s killing me softly. Even though this might sound a little bizarre, I wish I was pregnant again with MY BABY…I wish I was a mother.

It all started when I was 17 years old. I went to England with my boyfriend for two weeks. He was born there. I was supposed to start my period when I got back. Well, I never did. We were at my house, and I took a test. My boyfriend was right next to me. I made him stay in my bedroom, and after it was done I told him to go look at it. After that we were just holding each other. My heart dropped, and I didn’t know what to think or say.

Days went by and I didn’t know what to do. I read the stories on this website for advice. I chose the easy way out. After about 2 weeks I went and got it done with my sister. The whole time I didn’t know what I was thinking.

It has been about 2 months, and there is not one day I don’t think about it. I wish I could go back in time and change it because I know I’m a strong enough person that I could have taken care of a little baby. It also didn’t help that my boyfriend’s parents did want the kid. They were looking to his future in college. It’s one day I wish I could change.

I had a boyfriend that I thought nobody knew about . I only told my only one friend about my secret boyfriend. He was my brother’s friend, and he was 2 years younger than me, but I thought that I was in love. Well, I thought it was love, but he just wanted me for sex, so he lead me on and pressured me, and i lost my virginity to him. A month after I didn’t have my period, so I got scared and went to the doctor without my mom knowing. That’s when I found out that I was almost 9 weeks pregnant. I was sure that he was going to take responsibility, but when I told him he got scared and lied to my brother and said that I pressured HIM into having sex with him. He broke my family apart and got himself another girlfriend. I was filled with so much hurt and betrayal, and I hated the fact that my family didn’t want to hear my side. 

I got an abortion to make everybody happy and so I could bring the family back together, but I still cry myself to sleep thinking about how it would’ve been if I had my baby with me today. So don’t do it to make other people happy. Just think before you have sex.