it was 1973 i was 21 and had a was seeing someone who after a nice dinner out had sex with for the first and last time. it was only my 2nd sexual experience so to even think i was pregant was not even a possiblity, so i thought.

my older sister wasn’t not felling well and had made an appointment with the obgyn and took me with her because i had mentioned i hadn’t gotten my period in a month or two. as it turned out we were both with child only she was married and i was not. when the doctor told me the news i went into shock. he asked me if i wanted the baby and without blinking an eye i knew this wasn’t the right time. i was very lucky he kept my secret and gave me the phone # of an abortion clinic in new york city. the next day i called and made an appointment. that sat. my good friend took me to the city and waited for me. in those days it was more painful than i can ever explain but i know still to this day it was the right thing to do. since then i have had 2 more abortions one in my late 20’s when i was still single and one in my forties after giving birth to 3 amazing kids. i was advised that it would be to dangerous to have that child. i consider myself very lucky as i have always had a great support system around me and because of that i have been able to help with my kids’ friends who have had to make those very same hard decisions. i thank god every day i was able to make the right choices for me and i fear that someday a young woman may be in the same position i was in and her choices will be made for her.