i was 19 and in my first year of college. making friends was hard so i got a serving job to stay busy, pay the bills, and hopefully make some friends. he told me he was 26 (he was 30).

i was 21, a junior in college, and i didn’t even know i had had sex that night because i was in an alcoholic blackout. i knew “something” had happened with a guy i knew that night, but i didn’t really want to know. i had been raised catholic, and i was adopted, so i considered myself pro-life.

i am 27 years old. i have had two abortions. one when i was 19, one when i was 25.

i was 24. already a single parent to a beautiful 2 year old daughter, born with cerebral palsy. between work and her constant doctor visits, life wasn’t easy. no support from her dad, but i was fine with making things work on my own.

i have three living children. each of which i love dearly.

pre roe v. wade - 1965