depressed teen My story starts when I began a relationship with my wonderful boyfriend, Chase. The more we talked together the clearer it was becoming that we both were in love. Only about two and half months into the relationship we starting having sex and talked about marriage. I was 19 and he was 20.

We were in love and we thought we should ease the news to our families. Naturally, we expected them to be against us because we were too young and hadn’t been dating very long.

I haven’t been able to tell my story to anyone, because most everyone around me just doesn’t want to know. Still, I so disparately want to share it in it’s entirety.

My story starts when I began a relationship with my wonderful boyfriend, Chase. The more we talked together the clearer it was becoming that we both were in love. Only about two and half months into the relationship we starting having sex and talked about marriage. I was 19 and he was 20.

We were in love and we thought we should ease the news to our families. Naturally, we expected them to be against us because we were too young and hadn’t been dating very long. Family is very important to both of us so we were willing to wait for they’re approval.

Then I missed my period. It was finals, I was leaving my friends to go to a different school in the city, Chase’s grandfather had died, and my mom was at the tail end of a difficult pregnancy. With all that going on we dismissed my absent period as just stress. Another month went by and I still hadn’t had my period.

We avoided the issue.

Eventually, Chase said that I should go get tested, and that Planned Parenthood had free pregnancy tests. I didn’t want go. I had always been “The good Catholic girl from the big family”. I had prayed in front of that clinic, and couldn’t be caught dead going inside. Plus — I was afraid of how it would feel inside of a place that killed children.

I told him all this and he assured me that he would never think of aborting our child, but just wanted me to go get tested so we would know for sure. I told him I would look into other places that did tests. I never started looking.

I eventually got a home pregnancy test which ended up being boldly positive.

I started running through all the reasons I could have messed up the test. We continued to avoid the subject and I started stressing myself out a lot. It got to the point that Chase suggested I should take my summer job money(I was quitting anyway) and go on a trip by myself to visit family and relax. Shortly after my return Chase was going on a trip with his family. We knew that when we both got back it would be time to pick the best day to tell my parents.

That good day finally came.

We took my parents out to the backyard and and explained the situation. Their reaction wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. We thought there would be yelling and I’d get kicked out and since neither us had money, we’d have to give up the baby and that would put a lot of stress on our relationship.

But they didn’t yell.

They agreed to let me and the baby live with them while Chase finished his certificate and got a job so he could support us after we got married. And to show us everything would be okay. A storke flew by. Those birds don’t live in this area. I took it as a sign from God, saying that he was with us.

Now I have my 2 month old baby boy and Chase is looking for a job and two classes from completing his certificate. It’s very very hard not being together yet, and trying to be an adult mommy while still living at home. But we’re surviving.

I know it’s long, but thank you for reading. I really needed to just tell it all.

 

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