I was 15 when I found out I was pregnant, I was soon to turn 16.
I hid it from my mom for almost 2 months, then I broke down and told her. I
cried and she told me I could either have an abortion, or keep it and go into
hiding then give it up for adoption. I couldn’t stand the thought of being away
from my friends for almost a year and not being able to keep the kid so I said
I’d do the abortion. That Monday I went to the clinic and had everything done.
They took an untrasound and kept the picture of my almost fully 12 week old
baby, but I told my self that this was for the best, that I was too young to
have a child at 16. Its now 3 months later and all I can do every night is cry.
I killed my baby girl or boy. I would be 5 months pregnant now. Yeah my life
seems great after everything has been done, I have a new boyfriend who is great
and my mom and me get along great, but I am so torn up inside. I regret it so
much. Please don’t do it, it’s not worth crying the rest of your life.
To my baby girl/boy: I’m so sorry, I really miss you. It was a
stupid choice I made. I love you, I’m sorry I didn’t show that to you and I’ll
never get the chance to.
My name is Jenna, and one of the reasons that I feel so strongly about abortion is that I myself had an abortion. At the time it seemed like the only solution. The family planning clinic I went to for counseling never suggested another alternative. I was given absolutely no information about the development of the baby. In fact, I was told it was a “walnut-sized mass of tissue.”
The decision to abort my baby is a decision I’ll regret the rest of my life – it’s irreversible. Later I learned about fetal development and slowly began to realize what I had done. I finally began to let myself grieve for the baby I had aborted.
First I had denied, then I was angry, then I grieved, and now I’ve largely resolved it. As part of my healing, I’ve had to accept my responsibility for the act, accept that I played a part in killing my own baby.
Yes, it still hurts; but I tell my story in the hope that the truth will shine through.
My name is Barkha. The day I found out was July 11. When the doctor came back and told me I was so in shock that I had no idea what to do. I was seeing a great guy at the time, and I called him and told him that we needed to talk. When I told him he was glad and thought we should keep the child. We had a feeling that it was going to be a boy, so we picked a name for him.
About a week later it hit us that we are just kids ourselves and we could not take care of a child. July 28 was the day that changed my world. After the abortion I felt so different inside, like kind of relieved. I broke up with the guy I was with because we could not look at each other the same way. It has been almost a year since the abortion, and it hits me every day. I regret it so much. Before you make a decision, think about whether it is worth the pain of only 9 months or the pain of a lifetime.