i got pregnant the first time i had sex. i know because that’s the only time we didn’t use birth control. i didn’t even think that was possible–the very first time?

i was 18 and a freshman in college. i was shocked and disbelieving and put off confirming my fears for as long as i could. but once i faced facts, i knew i was in no position to raise a child. my boyfriend and i were already growing apart, and he didn’t want a child. i knew i was too immature to be a mother; i also knew i would not be able to have a child and give it up. that would have broken my heart.
i didn’t tell my mother what was going on. i was too embarrassed by my stupidity. my boyfriend had enough money for us to fly to washington d.c., the closest place to get a legal abortion at that time.
it was not easy or pleasant, that experience, but i have never regretted my decision. i took motherhood far too seriously to entrust it to my 18-year-old self. i wanted to do it when i could provide for my child and do a good job of parenting. and i did when i had my son in my 30s. every young woman should get to make that choice for herself.