I'm an only child. I'm pretty sure my mom didn't want me. Even through this hard truth, she still remains the love of my life. She described my conception as a 'planned accident'. My dad wanted a litter and my mom wanted none.

I got pregnant a year and a half ago, when I was 22, and you know what, I wanted to have it. I wanted to have it but the “father” didn’t. He went through something of a four stage reaction.

I am 23 years old. I had my abortion in May of this year. I have never wanted children. I have never wanted to carry a thing inside of me that is not part of me. The very thought chills me to the bone.

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 was 18 years old the first time I found out I was pregnant. I was newly in college and in a relationship with an emotionally abusive guy.

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.