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Hey sweetie thanks for sharing that, I am so hurt about my decision to listen to the man that got me pregnant. He pushed and bullied and I gave in cause I’m weak, the worst part was at my abortion appointment they did my ultrasound first and when then had to do another because I was on the cusp of what they couldn’t do, I thought that was my way out, the the doctor said ” you were just measured wrong, your ok” my heart sank into my stomach then to add another blow to my heart the doctor accidentally dropped the ultrasound pictures in front of me and I was looking at my beautifully formed fetus with arms and legs and a spine, I wanted to run, so I called my boyfriend and he told me to ” just have acceptance” but because of covid restrictions he couldn’t be there with me to see that ultrasound, I was assured the fetus couldn’t feel any pain, how to they know that though? I wanted to give adoption a shot, I let myself get bullied though, just to be told by my man that I need to suck it up, and move forward. He have no support. So now I’m just left to deal with my regret alone, while caring for our other kids that I wonder if this baby would of looked like one of them. Thank you for sharing. I never share my pain I can’t hold it in no more.

I had an abortion when I was 21 at 12 weeks, exactly. I regret it every single day. I was not ready for a baby, I don’t think anyone will ever be ready but making that decision affected every part of my life. I became depressed, my anxiety got worse, my abandonment issues got worse, and I became unhappy with myself. I thought having an abortion was the best choice due to circumstances, but it wasn’t and it’s changed everything. It’s almost been 1 year since finding out I was pregnant, and it feels like it happened yesterday. If you get an abortion, make sure it’s what you want and what’s best for you. Not everyone else.

I found out I was pregnant in august 2020. I was so excited I finally had my life together. I had a car, my other children were back in daycare after the whole Covid saga. I had just started a new job. I thought my life was great and I was ready for my baby. The father of the baby was great to my kids and me before I found out I was pregnant. When I had told him, he wanted me to abort my baby. I told him no I didn’t believe in abortion. This turned into months of bullying and manipulation. I had domestics with my kids father in the past. The father of my baby knew that. A few months after I said I didn’t want to abort he made a false report to dcf to get my children taken after the last time I refused abortion. I was terrified to loose my children. I told the OBGYN at my appointment the situation of DCF and why I was there and that I didn’t want to be. All she said was “I think you’re brave”. I don’t understand why nobody called a social worker or told me they couldn’t approve the abortion because I wasn’t there with my own will. But they did. And I felt like I was crazy I had to force myself to stay in that hospital force myself to take those pills as the nurse handed them to me and said “have fun”. I cried and talked to my baby for the last time in those 20 minutes I stood in the bathroom holding my belly. I apologized to my baby. I felt my baby move. I went back into that hospital bed laid down praying someone would see me that I didn’t wanna be there. But they ignored me cause I was crying. All I could do was pray I know that ironic because of what I was doing. But I didn’t want to be there. I woke up out of anesthesia saying no I want my baby I don’t want an abortion give me my baby I don’t want this. It was too late. I begged god to forgive me. I begged for him to turn back time and give me my baby again. The father of the baby never acknowledged me , never cared, never came. Months later announced everything on Facebook. I’ve had the worst 5 months ever. I have the worst depression and anxiety. I cry every day over my baby. I beg god everyday. I just wish I could’ve had my baby and I would give anything to have my baby back again. I let the world hurt me and my baby and I should’ve fought harder. Abortion didn’t just take my baby it took me and my innocence. It took my happiness.

April 6th,2021 I am 18 years old and I had my abortion on April 2nd, 2021 (12 days before my 19th birthday). I feel the need to share my story with you because it is not only real but I hope to bring shed some insight on what its like in hopes of helping others out there. I found out I was pregnant February 22nd,2021 and the first person I told was my incredible best friend I cherish to this day, being she was the only one who supported me and my decision to want to continue the pregnancy. The following month was full of nothing but strings of hope and countless problems arising. Telling my boyfriend who has a beautiful 3 year old son was hard because he wanted us to live our lives and become more financially stable and feared of repeating the past of having his child taken away from him. If I kept the pregnancy he said he would support me and nurture and love us unconditionally but I of course feared being a single mother. I remember he promised we will have children together like our lives depended on it but all I could think about was “How could you promise something that depends on my life when I’m depending yours to save mine?” My parents on the other hand, daddy took it better than mom of course, and my aunt, insanely wealthy but secluded hours away in a condo in Santa Barbara offered nothing but inspirational texts in hopes that I would follow what my family wanted in ending my pregnancy. My mother offered to give up our monthly rent just to make sure the procedure was done on her own terms. I absolutely refused and could not let her control me even more than what was happening. With time and lack of signs and dying support, I felt suffocated and defeated and gave into having a medical abortion. The pain first off is unlike no other, debilitating and crushing, like a mountain of pain sits on you and your paralyzed not being able to stop what’s happening. Days later as I write this, my physical pain was replaced with emotional. I cry and ignore my family and constantly ponder of erratic and spontaneous decisions to try and help. “Well maybe I’ll just let myself get pregnant again and do what I want to do” “Maybe I’ll just start over and have a family and relationship with someone who will support me” or “Maybe I just take up something that’s going to help take the pain away”. It takes a toll on me, but I cannot allow myself to devolve into such self destructive patterns. My final words to you reader, be cautious and be delicate in your decision, exhaust every opportunity to keep the pregnancy if you so desire, be safe and be diligent with sex from the start, and if your pregnancy is something you want to fight for, then fight like your life depends on it. “No one will ever fight for a baby bird stronger than their mother”. Remember you deserve a say and a voice in what happens to you, your body, and your life. That decision is yours even though I never had mine. I wish you nothing but happiness and the greatest luck wherever you are in life. Stay safe. Thank you. Kindest Regards, Miss K.

Hi, my name is Alissa and I am 27 years old. For this, we will be going back about 14 years. I had just moved into my grandmothers house in a one stoplight kinda town. This lead to me having no parental guidance whatsoever. After joining my new high school, I started making a few friends as well as enemies. Most of the ‘friends’ I had were really into doing drugs as a pass time. So as an impressionable 14 year old, I started taking pills, drinking and smoking. I met this guy who was much older than me, he was 22. I spent most of my days at his house and he would pick me up all the time to ‘drive around’. Fast forward from August to January, i found myself at a new years party on an amish farm. There was plenty of alcohol, so I helped myself to a Mike’s hard lemonade. After my second drink, I felt VERY sick. This was very odd as I’ve drank quite a bit and never had this issue. A few days later at school, my friend brought me a pregnancy test. I sat in shock on his bathroom toilet looking at a positive pregnancy test at 14 years old. I couldnt cry, blink or breathe. I cant hardly get his reaction while I’m processing my own. The next day, I call my mother. We have a weird relationship. She says to me calmly: ” you have 3 options. Keep the baby, put it up for adoption, or abort it.”. I took the next few days to let it sink in and as I did, he seemed to switch how he felt. He said that I should leave and not talk to him. So, that’s what happened. I felt ashamed. I felt used. I felt dead. My mother took me 2 weeks later to the women’s hospital to have an abortion. I never went back to the dr for follow ups after I got the nexplanon put in a week later. I left the nexplanon in until 4 months ago….14 years I left my b.c. in because I felt I wasn’t worth getting help for my mental state. I will never get rid of the numb feeling that took over after I woke up.

Raped at 18. No Pregnancy resulted, but I married at 20, divorced at 27. Attended a Christmas party where my sister worked. A stranger drugged my cola, dragged me from party and raped me. Pregnancy resulted. I had an abortion and have suffered the guilt and shame ever since. In my mind, at the time, the shame of a baby out of wedlock seemed worse than an abortion in secret. Friends telling me not to have it and what it’s future and mine would be like. I couldn’t face my mother and speak to her about it all. My father died right after that. So I had an abortion. I’ve gone crazy wondering if God can ever forgive me ever since. I remarried. We got pregnant, but it wasn’t viable and I had to have a therapeutic abortion in the hospital. That’s when my guilt and punishment began. And has been with me ever since. I’ve asked for God’s forgiveness a thousand times but I’m not sure I have been. I know God still answers my prayers, but don’t know why. I’ve tried to make up for my horrid decisions and I’ve asked for forgiveness. What can I do? I’ve confessed all to my husband and he has said he forgives me. What will happen after my death? I’m confused about being forgiven, but still having to account for these terrible sins.

To all the ladies who have had abortions. I too went through the same thing. When I was 19 in college, I was selfish, ashamed to be pregnant wondering what the church would say. I was not living a Godly lifestyle, I was “doing me” and living in the flesh. My then boyfriend now husband wanted me to keep the baby but I did not want the baby to stop the things I was trying to accomplish. Ohhhh was I sorry! After i had the abortion i felt guilty but went on with my life… or so i thought. After i got married, I had 2 miscarriages, repented and gave my life to Jesus Christ. I thought God was punishing me for what I did. I surrendered all to Christ, and asked Him to forgive me of the abortion. It took many years of the Lord truly setting me free! Satan wants to keep people in guilt, shame, and depression. Cast it all to Jesus! It’s been over 25 years praise God. I thank God for His deliverance! I see many women who’ve had past abortions (I am a Labor and Delivery Nurse). Some use it as birth control. I pray with them. It’s amazing how the Lord can transform your mind!