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I was 17 in the autumn of 1993. I lived in the quintessential “Small Town USA,” and even though my parents knew I was (or had been) sexually active, they were very much against oral contraceptives.


My dad molested me until I was 13. He didn't impregnate me but I believe growing up that way made it hard for me to say no. At 16 on a rare occasion when my boyfriend's mom was out we were looking forward to sex. I said no when he told me he forgot condoms, but he made me feel like shit so I said yes. I was later told I had no one to blame but myself.


At the age of 15 was when I had my first abortion. Society has everyone think that we have no power over our own bodies and choices, and at 15 legally we almost have none.


I was seventeen years old and in an abusive relationship with a man who was twenty-five, enough said there! I got pregnant and thought to myself, I don't want to be tied to him for the next eighteen years and I also don't have any business trying to raise a child.

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