I had an abortion at 15, without my parents knowledge or consent.

I am too young, too naive, too irresponsible, and without the resources to raise a child. The first time I found out I was pregnant there was no consideration of my options: I immediately knew I would get an abortion.

At 28, my boyfriend and I were engaged. He suggested "we" try to get pregnant

I found out that I was pregnant the day before I was set to fly across country for a several month long service endeavor. There was no consideration of "what to do"; I knew immediately that I had to have an abortion.

I fell pregnant (intentionally) and suffered a traumatic and complicated miscarriage, bleeding for weeks on end before I collapsed and hemorrhaged heavily. I thought I was dying, it was the scariest thing I'd ever experienced.

It was 1985. I was 21. My slightly older boyfriend wanted "real" (unprotected) sex. I wanted to wait and get a prescription for the pill, but hey, the contraceptive sponge was just out, why not try that? What could go wrong?