by Julie (Wisconsin)
I’m 23, and so is my boyfriend. I found out that I was about 6 or 7 weeks pregnant about 6 weeks before he was due to leave for the a 27 month service in the Peace Corps; he was going because he wants to attend medical school. I was in the process of applying for jobs overseas as well. We lived in a small apartment with a roommate , and I had two jobs that brought in less than $1,000 a month – he wasn’t working. I was unwilling to ruin his life, or mine, or unfairly burden our families and friends with a child that we couldn’t support – not to mention how unfair it would be to have a child that we could not adequately love and care for! Ultimately, we knew that terminating the pregnancy was the moral choice.
It was hard, and it was painful, but I don’t regret it, at all. For me, there has been no regret, or sorrow, or “coming to terms with” my choice and though I do sometimes feel shame, I know that really, I have nothing to be ashamed of, and that those feelings are coming from the shaming rhetoric of anti-woman and anti-choice ideologies. Thanks to abortion, and all the people who have fought for my rights to have one, my boyfriend and I can live the lives that we were dreaming of – and some day have a child (or children!) that are loved and wanted.