I had an abortion when I was a senior in high school, in 1993. I was binge drinking a lot & heading down a path of addiction that would take me more than 25 years to get off of.

I was also lucky- I was already 18, and I had a car to get out of state where abortions were easier to get. And I had a support system, though not my own family.

The guy I’d been with took me that day, & I’ll never forget it. We opened the doors, & some big guys with poster boards & whistles flanked me, asking if I was a patient. I nodded. They blocked me from the swarm of protesters all around- screaming at me, grabbing me, calling me whore, murderer.

Inside, it was fine, and everyone was kind & professional- that was before laws forced doctors to give false & misleading info to women seeking abortions.

When I walked out the back door, those protesters ignored me. Nobody offered me god’s forgiveness. I became worthless. It is that hypocrisy that plagues me to this day.

I was about 10 weeks along. I have never regretted it for one second. I went on to college & grad school, and never had children of my own. That was the choice I’d always intended to make.