All in Three Abortions

“By the time I was in my 20s, I was addicted to crack and heroin, and was essentially homeless, sleeping on friend’s couches and in vacant homes. During this time I had three abortions, which was exactly the right thing to do. I was desperate and irresponsible, but I knew enough to know I didn’t want to bring addicted babies into my crazy world.” Read more.

“I was only 4.5 weeks along, but I had already been able to see the gestational sac. I was very anxious precisely because of the illegal situation in the country where I live (DR) and I was afraid that something would happen to me and everyone would find out and of course a complication. This is my third abortion, my second with misoprostol.”

“Tenía solo 4.5 semanas, pero ya había podido ver el saco gestacional. Estuve muy ansiosa precisamente por la situación de ilegalidad en el país donde vivo (RD) y tenía miedo que algo me pasara y todos se enteraran y por supuesto una complicación. Es mi tercer aborto, el segundo con misoprostol.”
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“He wanted the child no matter what; he said it is his right. And yes, we did not use protection; he 'put it out'. He tried to cheat me several times by not putting it out. Yet, I still could not get away. I was addicted to his caressing; he could be so gentle with me, I wanted to believe he loved me. Until he one day did it again. I felt so cheated. A few days after, a neighbor told me he saw him kissing another neighbor. I was in a state of shock.” Read more.

In this brief segment of her abortion story, Monika shares about meeting two people in the clinic waiting room who calmed her nerves by sharing that they each had experienced more than one abortion. “This was very pleasant for me to be surrounded by these very strong women who trusted their bodies and showed me the normality of abortion. They obviously were way more mature and way more experienced and comfortable in their own bodies, so I was happy to see that as an example to follow.” Read more and listen.

“Fast forward 3 years, my then boyfriend, now husband and I had been married for 3 months, and conceived our beautiful baby boy, planned, and we were ready to parent. When our son was 8 months old, I fell pregnant again. Not ready, physically, emotionally (postpartum depression hit hard) or financially, we decided the most responsible decision for our family was to terminate the pregnancy. This, unknowingly, would cause even more stress on an already stressed marriage.” Read more.