When I was 16, I suffered a miscarriage. For me, it was a blessing in disguise; I did not know what to do about the pregnancy, and although I had used a diaphragm, it failed to prevent the pregnancy. I was relieved of having to make a decision – this time.
When I was 18, I conceived again, despite using a diaphragm. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend, and gone on to another relationship, so there was some question as to who the father would be. I was making plans to go to college, and this pregnancy would prevented that. In addition, it would obviously have wreaked havoc on my life as well as other’s lives. This time, I got an abortion. It was not a pleasant experience, but the best choice for me at the time. I had no money, no education, and no way to support a child.
Now, 2 miscarriages later, I am 40. And I have wanted to have a child for many years now, but have not been able to find someone suitable to father a child. So, I am a foster parent, and I currently foster a beautiful autistic youngster. No, I never gave birth to the child I always wanted to have, but I have a wonderful daughter who never would have known me had I made a different choice, and I am not sorry.
