I was devastated; I felt that having another child would tax me emotionally and leave me unable to give my living children what they needed, so I had an abortion at a clinic in Rockford, Illinois.

I arranged for the procedure, and another friend took me. She never said a negative word to me. The guy left me, not because of the procedure, because he would have anyway.

I had just begun seeing someone the day before I realized I was pregnant, and I knew that the man that fathered this child was my verbally abusive, manipulative ex boyfriend.

I knew that when I saw the symbol on the pregnancy test and collapsed to the floor crying, this was not how I wanted to start a family.

I am a type one, insulin dependent diabetic and have been since childhood. At the age of 17, none of my doctors felt comfortable putting me on more hormone therapy on top of the synthetic insulin I need to live. Not surprisingly, less effective methods ended up being just that

Unwanted abortion began with unwanted sex while I was incapacitated after a bike accident.