When I was 17 and nearing the end of high school, I found out I was pregnant. I had a boyfriend and I thought I loved him. At first, I thought I wanted to have it. I was very sick and had an allergic reastion to the anti-nauseau medicine they gave me. If I wanted to keep the baby, they said they would have to hospitalize me and tube feed me nutrients. I lost 15 pounds. After a few weeks, I decided I had to get an abortion. I needed parental consent and so my Mom came with me. She would have supported any choice I made, I was so lucky. Of course, there were protesters outside. I don’t recall what they shouted, except at the end of one of their comments was “Young Lady!” Everyone at the clinic was so wonderful and kind. It’s been nearly 6 years and I’m not sorry.