i entered planned parenthood. was patted down by the security guard. admitted to the waiting room. called into the clinic. put on a flimsy pastel hospital smock. treated by very professional and compassionate female-bodied doctors.

i thought i got pregnant with my boyfriend, and we agreed that neither of us could take care of a child. he was about to go to prison anyway.

it is a few days away from being a year since i made the choice to have an abortion, i remember how confusing and scary that time in my life was and i hope my story will bring comfort or clarity to whoever reads this.

when i was 16 i cheated on my boyfriend and got pregnant. i had no idea as i was just a kid and didn't really keep track of my periods.

on wednesday, july the 23rd, my so (22) went with me (21) to women's med in indianapolis for a small blood test, ultrasound and to 'explore' our options.

my mother got pregnant at 15, became a mom at 16 through bad choices, at 16 i became pregnant too. i knew i didn't want to keep this baby, i was just a baby myself! , and wasn't able to be a good mom at that age, though she did keep and raise my brother.