I thought I was in love with my first real boyfriend at the wee age of 12, and he was older than me. I had been through public school health class enough to know what sex was, but I had no idea how you got pregnant or how contraceptives worked (I even thought if I took one pill from my friend I would be good). I had never even seen a naked man let alone  heard of “withdrawal.” But I loved how he made me feel so I said “sure babe, we can do this and if it feels better for you to not wear a condom then that’s fine too”.

 

It wasn’t long before I recognized the absence of my period and morning sickness symptoms. And sure enough, just after my 13th birthday, I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. I was scared out of my mind, and fortunately he didn’t abandon me. Even more fortunately, I had the kind wonderful people of planned parenthood to help me through all of my options.

 

I knew I was in no place to be a parent and I was way too young that I felt I could never tell my parents. It was hard and now being in my 30s, looking back, I don’t think I fully understood the gravity of it then. But I can tell you for sure, there has never been a day in my life I have regretted my choice to abort that pregnancy. If I could go back and do it over again, I would every time.