i was 18 and in my first semester of college. i had met my first real boyfriend earlier that year, so i actually had a date for prom! (i didn't think i would) i lost my virginity to him. we kept seeing each other even though he knew i was headed for college in the fall. i tried to be strong and tell him that we would both be free when i left, but when i came home for the weekend i had to see him. somehow he was out of condoms, but since my period had just ended the day before, i figured it was as safe as it would ever be.

i studied political science in college, and somewhere along the way i chose choice as my main issue.

i had an abortion in the late 1970's. i was typical of teenagers of that time, living for the moment.

i found out i was pregnant again when my son was 7 months old. i was heartbroken.

i am a rapid cycling bipolar who had an abortion due to going completely off meds.

it was 1973, i was a 23 year old mother of 2, attending school and working. when i discovered i was pregnant.