it was 1987, and i was 19 years old. i was on the pill, but clearly it failed. i was a freshman in college, and i doubt i took the pill exactly how one should, at the same time every day. i was in a dysfunctional relationship with a young man with whom i actually had nothing in common.

when i was 17 i was in a deep depression. i felt that i did not have control of anything in my life. my parents were fearful about what "might happen" and therefore did not allow me any freedoms to be my own person or make my own decisions. i began sneaking around, sneaking out of the house, lying about who i was dating ect.

i had two abortions. both happened during long term relationships. first pregnancy happened at 18, just because we were too young and silly. i’m incredibly happy that i did that and could study and work without any other “problems”. i wasn’t ready, nor was my bf. later i found out that he is a terrible man who lied to me a lot and who was stealing my money.

i had my abortion over a year ago now on april 12th 2013, i was 21 years old and 8 weeks pregnant. i had been dealing with morning sickness for weeks just thinking i was sick or had an allergy to something i was eating, being pregnant wasn't even a possibility in my mind since i was on the pill.

i was 22 years old and a senior in college when my boyfriend left me for another girl. i became very depressed and didn't find out i was pregnant until two months later. i was angry at myself for being so irresponsible, at my ex-boyfriend for the way he treated me, and at my family because i knew if i'd told them about the pregnancy, they'd have made me carry it to term.

when i found out in college i was pregnant i was instantly filled with panic and fear. i instantly knew i would have an abortion, i just dreaded having to actually figure out where and how, and wondered what it would be like to go through it alone. after it was all arranged and i arrived on the day i was really surprised to see who filled up the waiting room.