i was 18 when i had my abortion. i had been dating the guy for nearly two years and for most of that time, i had been on the pill, but out of nowhere, my insurance stopped covering it and i had to see my obgyn to get a different prescription. 

whenever someone would bring up abortion, my canned response would always be, "i support a woman's right to choose, but i could never personally make that choice." of course, i never dreamed i'd be in a position where i was faced with that choice, so it was an easy thing to say.

i am 64. i got pregnant the first time i had sex at 18 when i was a freshman in college in 1968. i thought i would have the baby, but my parents talked me into having an abortion. my mother, who had an illegal back alley abortion, paid for me to have a hospital abortion, which was also illegal...but nothing like what she went through.

when i was 21 i had my first abortion. i was madly in love with the guy, but he wasn't reliable and already had two kids he didn't support. i was unemployed and partying my nights away in my first apartment.

i was 17 and blinded by love. i had always thought i would remain a virgin until marriage but i fell in love my senior year of high school and all my plans and principles flew out the window.

i was a 19-year-old sophomore dating another 19-year-old sophomore. i had a birth-control pill prescription but screwed up using it and got pregnant. it was 1983, and we were in school in atlanta, ga.