“Abortion stories all share two common traits; they are all incredibly personal, and yet they all sound eerily similar. Mine is not so different… I got sick. Two weeks after I broke up with him, I had a fever that ranged anywhere from 100 to 103.8. I will ill constantly, throwing up at the thought of food. I thought I must have a kidney infection, adding all the symptoms plus the extra pain in my back, the constant migraine. I had lost 13 pounds in those two weeks. I finally went to the ER, where the doctor originally thought I had spinal meningitis. A pregnancy test was given, yes, but only because it was “required”, not because anyone thought I was pregnant… Read more on Facebook and Thanks, Abortion!
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I am a 28-year-old attorney, living in a large, Judgmental southern city. Yesterday, I had an abortion. It was my second. My boyfriend and I live with our beloved baby girl, a 6-month old golden retriever. We have been dating for almost two years and are as in love as in love could be. We have used the rhythm method without a problem for a year and a half. This May, I suspected that I started ovulating early, but chose to have sex anyway. AFTER we had sex (what the hell were we thinking?) we decided to forego the morning-after-pill and use spermicide to prevent a possible pregnancy. Ridiculous, I know.
Over the next several weeks following my inexcusable lapse in judgment, I was hospitalized in the ER with stomach pains (ultimately diagnosed with kidney stones and an ovarian cyst). I underwent X-rays, CAT scans, surgery (including general anesthesia, and a lot of intravenous drugs for pain). Needless to say, the hospital negligently failed to administer a pregnancy test. My period—normally like clockwork—never came, and I immediately knew without need for a test that I was pregnant. After taking a test to confirm my suspicion, and after countless hours researching the effects of the radiation, drugs, and anesthesia on a first trimester fetus, I decided to have an abortion. My boyfriend supported my decision either way, which was a very good feeling…. Read more on I’m Not Sorry.net
Celebrating the right to choose.
I have always been dedicated to contraception. Since I can admittedly be quite forgetful, I opted against the pill and had been faithful to the NuvaRing for some time. Abstinence till marriage is rather moot for me as I find the concept of marrying without my parents here on Earth to be heart crushingly wrong. I still think sex is a very intimate thing to be shared with people that share a connection that they personally feel merits expressing themselves sexually, and hopefully in as healthy a manner as possible. I think people DO need to be mature enough to understand the risks that come with involving themselves with intercourse. This, obviously, may include pregnancy. And pregnancy involves three options, all of which are taking, what one feels, to be the most appropriate action for the situation (being pregnant.) Thus, child rearing, adoption, and abortion are all taking responsibility for the outcome of a pregnancy. I should not have to suffer a life without experiencing the glorious experience of making love with someone we, well, love. In October 2008, the unimaginable happened. After taking the third test in a month, trying to calm my paranoid mind, there I was staring down at the double lines, feeling myself whirl into an unimaginable panic attack. Although I intended to keep silent until I could think a little more clearly, my mind went a little fuzzy and I told my boyfriend immediately. My circumstances weren’t unique, and in the grand scheme of things not really even important to the story… Read more on 45 Million Voices
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Though I was raised in a Catholic family and apparently encouraged to participate in a “Right to Life” poster contest as a child, I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t pro-choice. I remember thinking and even saying aloud that I would abort if I got pregnant as a teenager. Then, as a young twenty-something, I became eager to have children – and I welcomed two very wanted, well-loved babies into the world. Once things began to deteriorate between their father and I, I knew without a doubt that any future pregnancy we faced would be terminated. In October of last year, I made good on that promise to myself….. Read more on RH Reality Check
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