in 2002, i had an abortion. it was the most painful decision, i ever made. the guy i was pregnant by was white. i am african-american.

it was 20 years ago - i was 29 and it was an accident. the circumstances aren't important, because a different who or where or when would not have led to a different decision.

many think that abortion is a service mostly used by young, unwed women to hide from their parents the fact that they have had sex.

i was 20 and in an on and off relationship for 4 years. at the time my drug addicted mother kicked me out and i just got my first apartment in a bad area of a town i was new to, far away from the place i grew up.

my name is heather. i've had 3 abortions. i had them at ages 21, 27 and 35. the reason why? i didn't want children, didn't want to go thru pregnancy and delivery. putting a child up for adoption was simply not something i was willing to do. it was as simple as that.

i was 19 years old and had just started casually dating a guy. he was a nice guy, but he worked with me at my part-time job and i definitely wasn't interested in anything serious. i was going to college and he was content with his lack of ambition. i was taking the pill at the time, but my class schedule and work schedule made it difficult to take it at the exact same time each day.