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I had an abortion when I was 18. I was unmarried and very confused. My boyfriend wanted to abort the baby. Well, I had a rather strict Baptist upbringing. My dad had died two years earlier, and I was at odds with my mother. I just couldn't tell her. I was so ashamed. I felt trapped. I was too immature and naïve to know what to do. Abortion seemed the only way out, and I didn't know at the time that it was a real baby. |
The counselor at the clinic didn't counsel me at all. The only thing she asked me was whether or not I was sure I wanted to do it. I told her I didn"t have any choice.
I had the abortion and I haven't been the same since. The guilt and agony of that nightmare goes on. There's not one day that goes by that something doesn't return to haunt me.
I finally got the courage to tell my mother a few months after the abortion. It was very difficult. I was afraid she'd say, "I told you so." She didn't though. She was very understanding.
I realize now the mistake I made.
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