i grew up in suburban texas, where "sex education" consisted of little more than a mean girls-esque "if you have sex, you will get pregnant, and die".

i had one abortion when i was 21. i am now 68. i am a rape survivor.

i was in an abusive marriage with one child already. i can never speak of this as married women are not supposed to get abortions.

i've been a single mother of two (no support) since 1997. in 2005, i finally made it to college working full-time days and schooling at night.

i was 23 and in a new relationship with a man that i already thought i would marry, but we had been together only two months when we had a condom failure, and a few weeks later i took a positive pregnancy test. i called my mom right away, sobbing.

i had an abortion when i was 20 years old. i was in my sophomore year of college and my boyfriend had just broken up with me.