I was 22 when I had my abortion. I had just graduated college and moved across the country to live with my boyfriend. I was on birth control, but not diligent about taking it, I used to joke with my friends that I was infertile.

I am 57 years old and just two people know I have had an abortion - my partner at the time and my sister. I have never told a soul - until now - that I have actually had three. The shame has been too great.

I had an abortion in 1969. I had tried to get birth control pills but the doctor refused to give me a prescription because he didn't believe in premarital sex.

I was 27, in my second year of graduate school and in the second year of a four year work contract, when I found out I was unexpectedly pregnant. The father, and my then boyfriend, did not care to have a child and I was unprepared to have one by myself. It was a lose-lose choice as far as I was concerned, yet I am grateful that I had the choice.

I write down this story with my beautiful 3 month old daughter asleep in my arms. As I approached my late thirties without yet finding the live of my life I decided to simply go ahead and have a child on my own.

Two years ago i was 14 years old and in an abusive relationship with my boyfriend. After a year together he raped me and that was how i lost my virginity.