I was just *barely* 14. So was the boy that got me pregnant. That should really be all that needs to be said right there…

My recollections of how it unfolded are pretty vague. I remember getting the pregnancy test at a right-to-life place, where an elderly woman told me about the brutal things that would happen to “my baby” if I had an abortion. I remember my dad walking out of the room when I told him, but also that he was with me for the appointment. I remember learning that the Dr was the dad of one of my classmates. I remember the Joe Cocker song that was playing in the recovery room afterward and the 3 or 4 other women in the room who had just had their abortions too. I remember the IMMENSE sense of relief that I was no longer pregnant.