Well I decided to post my story though it is going to be hard and painful. I’m going to post it in two parts. From ages 0-14 then 15 until now.
Well, my story starts like everyone else’s, with my birth…
I was born in Arizona to a loving mom and dad. We lived the ideal life. My mom was a pediatrician and my dad was a neurologist. My parents had tried for four years to have a baby. My life went great until I was about eight years old. When I was eight, my uncle moved in with us for a while because he had lost his job. I never really knew him because he had lived in Washington my whole life. At first, things went perfectly. He would take me to the movies, the mall. He watched me after school every day. He was super nice and I loved and trusted him! But sometimes, I would feel a little uncomfortable. Just little things like he would want to help me bathe, hug me and kiss me a little too hard and long. Then one weekend, when my parents went to New York, my uncle come into my room and raped me.
He lived with us for a lot longer then we expected and the abuse went on. It happened at least twice a month and as anyone could guess, I got pregnant at twelve years old. I did not tell anyone and I eventually suffered a very painful miscarriage one night. The abuse continued until I was fourteen and I became pregnant for the second time. This time I expected that like the last time I would miscarry but I didn’t. It was not until I was seven months pregnant that my mother found out. She had come home early one night and I had fallen asleep in a tank top (I had worn HUGE sweatshirts to hide it). She didn’t yell, just said we had to talk about this. The whole story came in a great wave and she told my uncle never to come back. At eight and a half months pregnant, I had a little girl and named her Kathryn Elisabeth. I entrusted her wellbeing to a couple who couldn’t have children. I receive pictures of her all the time and her adoptive mother emails and calls me all the time.
I have never regreted giving Kate the home she deserves.
I just wanted to get back on here and let everyone know that I am so thankful that I made the decision to keep my baby!!
It has been almost 2 years and with the economy and all (everything is bad), we ARE making it. With PEYTON!! He is healthy and I am really enjoying being his mommy. He makes me laugh and I am so thankful every day for him. I recently told my husband that I believe with all of my heart and soul if I would have made the decision to abort, I don’t think we would be together today.
I believe I would have never been able to get over the pain and guilt and I would have resented him.
I had sex about 12 days ago.
2 days ago, I started spotting brownish blood (not even enough to fill a liner, and btw, this has never happened before). Then, this morning, I began to bleed heavier with some mild cramping for a while (a couple hours). Now my bleeding has dwindled to light bleeding every now and then. I would like to know if you think this is deciduous bleeding (bc I had only a few clumps with light bleeding). I have had a continuous higher temperature for about 3 days now and have had headaches, constipation, and a loss of appetite.
I would just like to know if anyone else has experienced this with their pregnancy. Thanx!
My body is screamin in pain.
The period is 20 dayz late. I’ve taken 3 pregnancy test with a positive and 2 negative displays. My chest is burning, and I alwayz feel like I’m going poke. I’m kinda scared of the results. I’m not ready to start over! Can somebody help me out? All I really need is someone to talk to…
If you’re the one to talk to me, give me some advice!!
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so lonely before in my life.
I don’t think I’ve felt so empty and tired before. I just seem to be living life searching the wilderness for water. Constantly trying to find happiness in the desert that has become my life. All that was before that made me smile is proving to be a mirage. If that should fade away so abruptly leaving me an empty shell, then why not me too?….
I can’t take this…
Well, I was in my sophomore year, just getting my head together with school and after-school clubs and doing really well.
I decided to go onto the pill to be safe. Well with school taking up most of my time, I had forgotten to take some of my pills, afraid and scared. I thought I would just wait and see. I set a date to go to the doctor and waited for it to come. Well, it came fast. It was right after I turned 16 and I found out I was 10 weeks. I didn’t think I would be and not that long. I didn’t feel sick. I tried to stay calm and not think about it but now I know.
Soon after, I told my boyfriend. He was supportive too, going through it. Soon after, I had to tell my mom. She was not happy at all. She said you know you have to get an abortion. I didn’t want that at all. I made my mind up to go through with it. But more and more, my mother said you can’t do this. She told me that she would kick me out if I did this, that she would disown me and my baby. Soon after she sat me and my boyfriend down, telling us that we needed to go through with the abortion. Feeling soo alone and confused, to please everyone. I decided I would go and get the abortion. I was 12 weeks along when i killed my baby. There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t think about it and the little joy i could of had. WHEN all I need to do was stop trying to please and think about what I wanted.
