I grew up in suburban Texas, where "sex education" consisted of little more than a Mean Girls-esque "if you have sex, you will get pregnant, and die".

I had one abortion when I was 21. I am now 68. I am a rape survivor.

I was in an abusive marriage with one child already. I can never speak of this as married women are not supposed to get abortions.

I've been a single mother of two (no support) since 1997. In 2005, I finally made it to college working full-time days and schooling at night.

I was 23 and in a new relationship with a man that I already thought I would marry, but we had been together only two months when we had a condom failure, and a few weeks later I took a positive pregnancy test. I called my mom right away, sobbing.

I had an abortion when I was 20 years old. I was in my sophomore year of college and my boyfriend had just broken up with me.