It was about 1972 and I was at a party and drinking gin and seven up. I ended up passed out in a bedroom after being sick. I wake up with my so called boyfriend having sex with me and he ejaculated before I could squirm away. After no period, I went into Chicago to Planned Parenthood for testing. Abortions were not available everywhere, Chicago included! An appointment was made by the helpful personnel for me to see a doctor in New York City. I flew there with my trusted male friend (only he knew), had the procedure and flew right back. I never regretted it. I never wanted children of my own. I have a wonderful stepson and granddaughter. All my past significant others as well as my husband knew. I did not want to keep it from them. I only recently told one girlfriend. I’m 61 now.