I Want Others To Know There Are Options.

Author: Kristin

When I was a sophomore in high school, I found out I was pregnant by my boyfriend. He was a little bit older than me and about to go to college. I was scared, nervous and even excited. I felt like my world was spinning.

I ended up telling my mom, and she said, “If you have this baby, I will not help you. I will not support you. This is not the right time.”

I trusted her because she is my mom and I was 16. I wanted to believe an abortion was the right thing to do, even though deep down I knew I didn’t want to do it.

It was almost like the staff at the abortion clinic treated us like cattle — they called us back one at a time, they didn’t explain what they were doing, and then the doctor came in with a big machine. He didn’t say a word either. The abortion didn’t take very long, and they still didn’t say anything — just “Okay, you’re done.” And then you leave. I was seven and a half weeks pregnant.

No one at school knew about it, but I wasn’t the same afterward. I wasn’t the cheerful, vibrant person people once knew. It has affected my life ever since.

I want other girls to know there are options. They don’t have to live a life full of regret. I feel forgiven, but I’m still very hurt. One way I think I can be forgiven is to serve others. I can’t take the abortion back, but I can help other people.