My name is Melissa, and I had an abortion at the age of 16. I was pressured to have that abortion by those close to me at the time. I didn’t know anything about fetal development, nothing about how abortions were performed.
I did ask the family planning counselor about the possibility of emotional or physical risks and was told that women feel relieved after abortion and that it was much safer than childbirth. And that’s all I was told, even though, at the time, I told the doctor I really wasn’t sure I wanted the abortion.
I know now that if I had basic information about abortion, I probably would have resisted the pressure to abort and would have carried my baby to term. Then my baby would not have lost his or her life and I would have been spared this endless anguish.
My name is Marquisha. I was 15 years old when I got pregnant. The boy that I was pregnant by said it was not his baby, but I know it was his baby because he was the only boy I slept with in five months. I was only two months pregnant, so I was sure it was his baby. My momma kind of started to notice my stomach was getting big and that I was throwing up a lot, and she then told me to get an abortion…no questions asked. It was like what I had to say did not matter because I had no say in the matter.
I really regret having an abortion because I wanted my baby. It would have been hard because I am so young, but I would do anything I could to take care of my baby. It hurts me that I killed my first child. I love kids and it will never happen again. I hate to see baby things and pregnant people because it brings back memories of April 14, 2007; and I will never forget it.
To my baby: I love you and I am very sorry you did not get to live your life because your momma did a terrible thing.