i didn’t even know i was pregnant till i was five months along.

i had sex exactly once and i was clueless (and anorexic). i was a frightened, timid, terrified teen…pregnant with a sweet flamingly gay guy… doing that thing queer teens sometimes do “maybe if i have sex with my best friend it means i’m straight”. i was a horrifically abused child and somehow had the wherewithal to know i might continue that pattern. suicide was an option i very seriously considered.

the abortion was pretty horrific too. those early ones carried a lot of shaming and pain. however, the backstreet alternative ( which i had a lead on) would likely have killed me. as it turned out the fetus, extremely malnourished, would likely have died too or had horrifying health 世界杯赛程2022赛程表中国 .
i had one of the first legal abortions in california.

my boyfriend’s mother, a nurse, a devout catholic and my ‘substitute mom’ noticed i must be pregnant and, luckily for me, got me to a clinic that was not a back alley.

i consider my sons to have an older brother ( the hospital made me have an induced miscarriage and made me look) and although i honor that spirit i have no regrets about that choice at all.

15 years later i had kenny. two years later dan. and five years after that sammy.

the right to choose spared my life. there’s one less abused/ neglected kid out there and my sons have a better mom than i would have been otherwise.

this is my story. it is messy and painful and hard for me to share. i am weeping as i post this. i support every woman’s right to choose. stand with planned parenthood for all that they do.