Hey everyone, I’m 18 years old and will be graduating soon. I’m so glad I found this website because I need advice badly. I want to tell you all my story.
I met a guy at a club in January. It was the 1st club I had ever been to and we were just dancing for a long time. During that time, I was kind of tipsy and I wanted to get to know him more because I felt a strong connection with him. Anyway, I lost contact with him and then I found him on myspace. We started talking and one day, I told my mother I was going to a game but I went with him. We were in his car and I thought we were just going to talk, but he started feeling on me and kissing me so then we ended up having sex. That was my 2nd time having sex so afterwards, I felt weird but I was okay. We started dating on February 17th and when we went out, I noticed he always wanted to have sex. Then he stopped calling often and it just went down from there.
One night, he called me and wanted to come over. It was 11:30 p.m. and I was in the bed so I was like I don’t know if you should come over. Lately, everytime he asked me to come over, I would say I don’t know, I don’t care, or I’m tired so this time I said it don’t matter. He told me he was on his way. I couldn’t have him over that late so I said that he would have to come through the window, but I really didn’t want him to because of my mother. Also, I didn’t want to have sex with him. So he arrived and I thought about not answering the window and pretending to sleep but then I let my optimistic side come over me and let him in. We sat and cuddled for like a second before he started kissing on me and trying to pull down my panties. I tried to stop him but he didn’t let me. I tried pulling up my panties, putting my foot on his thigh, and getting from under him. I shook my head no even though I didn’t scream it. He did what he wanted to me anyway.
When he was done, he asked me what was wrong and I looked away and he left. I knew he didn’t care about me! I was shocked. He raped me. I didn’t know if it was rape at first, but then I asked my friends and they said yea. Just because I didn’t fight him and scream did not mean he didn’t rape me. I didn’t want to do it. I felt so bad afterwards, ashamed, regretful, and even disappointed in myself. That was on April 9th. I have not told my sisters or my mother. After that, I’ve been feeling weird. I feel sometimes nauseous, light cramping in my stomach sometimes, mild pain in my vagina sometimes. My breast are not sore and my period is supposed to come on this week. I don’t know what to do. It hurts me to think about how this can affect my life and my family’s life. I’m disappointed in myself, but I will not let it get me down and no matter what, as long as I have hope and faith in God and myself, I know I will make it.
Please help me and be there for me, because I have no one else to turn to. I guess I will just have to wait and see if I am pregnant. My situation is really troubling me so I just need some support.
I found out I was pregnant with my best friend/boyfriend’s baby in March. I was too excited to be a mommy. But at the time, I didn’t want to tell him. I was really scared. So I was stupid, and selfish enough not to quit my habits … drinking, drugs, & smoking.
I was about 6 weeks pregnant when I had the miscarriage. I cried for hours, and since my boyfriend didn’t know I was pregnant, I had to tell him. It was the worst experience of my life. Now I think I’m pregnant again, but I’m actually changing my life around.
I stopped using drugs, cut way back on the drinking, and quit smoking. I`m just looking forward to the doctor’s appointment which is going to tell me some good news.
Hey, I’m 17 years old… September 1st, I was supposed to have my period.
Me and my fiancé had unprotected sex the same day and later on that night, probably 12 am or later, I had got my period… On September 22nd, me and my fiancé went to the clinic for a pregnancy test. It came back that I wasn’t. His mother knew all about it, me taking off of school to go and everything but my mom didn’t know nothing. She knew that he was my 1st and she knew that we were having sex and she wanted to put me on birth control so she had me make an appointment, so I did. And on October 8th, I went to the appointment and they had to give me another pregnancy test b4 putting me on birth control, so the lady called me back into the room. I went back there and sat down and she pulls out a slip that said I was pregnant.
I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. She told me that I look scared and I was a little. Me and my fiancé wanted a baby but it hit me all so fast… She told me I was between 5 & 6 weeks pregnant and I was set to go. So I walked out into the waiting room and took the folder and handed it to the lady at the front desk and looked at my fiancé. He told me that I look depressed. I didn’t say one word. I handed him the paper that said I was pregnant and he goes what are you trying to tell me. I go, read it. He goes you’re pregnant!!! I said yea. He gave me a long hug and was filled of smiles and tears in his eyes. He was soo happy, we both couldn’t believe it. We went and told his mother, step-father, and brother the news. His mom hugged me and said don’t be worried, everything will be ok.
I was wondering how I was going to tell my mom. I went in 4 birth control and came out pregnant. So we left there and went to my mother’s house and we all pulled up at the same time. She goes how did it go? I was hiding behind my fiancé and she goes what? My fiancé said you might want to sit down for this one. He asked her if she wanted a drink first and so after that, he goes she’s pregnant. My mom didn’t know what to say next. At first, she wasn’t mad at all. She started telling me I have to eat right for the baby and can’t stress this and that so we went on with our day. Later that night, we went to my brother’s work for his lunch. We told him. He was all smiles. He was happy to become a uncle then my fiancé called his dad and told him. He wasn’t that happy. I told my father. He said that he wasn’t ready to be a papa yet but he goes I’mma get ready now… It made me happy that everybody was taken it really well… My mother called my granny and told her. She goes, Thank You God, you made my prayer come true. My mom goes what? My granny was dying of cancer and wanted to see her first grandbaby b4 she passed and at that point, I wanted this baby more than anything in this world. I was soo happy.
After that, at 4 months, my mother kicked me out and told me to move in with my fiancé and I did during that 4 months. It was soo hard. I really thought I was going to lose my baby because my mother put so much stress on me, it wasn’t good at all… I’m still in school with straight A’s and with perfected attendance and I’ll be graduating May 29th… My baby boy is due June 17th… My granny didn’t make it to see her grandson. She passed away March 7th. The cancer ate her body up. I was 6 months pregnant. She got to see him in ultrasounds and knew it was a boy but she’s going to see her grandson from heaven, a much better place… My baby boy has became our world and I wouldn’t go back and change nothing that me and my fiancé did that night… He’s the best gift I’ve ever got from anybody… I can’t wait to hold him in my arms and hear that first cry… I love you lil manz…
That’s my pregnancy story… I would love comments… Tell me what you think… Love
Hi, I know a lot of you heard the same story over and over again. But I’m new to this and I really really think I need help. I’m very confused. I may not be as young as anyone else here who got pregnant early but I really don’t know what to do. I am as afraid as anyone else here thinking what’s going to happen to them. I am 20 years old, 2 months pregnant. I haven’t told my parents about this yet because I am very afraid of them more than I always was. One day, I decided to be strong in keeping the baby and stick to that decision no matter what but I am still studying. Everytime I see my friends excited for graduation, it just shuts me down. I really badly want to graduate!!! But if I keep this baby, that dream’s got to wait. And I don’t think I want that to happen. I almost got over with shame which I will encounter thinking having the baby will be worth it. But it turns out I am not willing to give up my dreams. But whenever I see a baby, I just want to cry and want to keep the baby so bad. But when I thought of what I’d be losing, I want the baby out right away. If only my boyfriend is not that useless, then maybe I’ll be so glad to keep this.
I also don’t think the baby should take the blame for our irresponsible acts. But I can’t risk everything just because of that one irresponsible sex!! OMG! My father is a retired soldier. He freaks me out ever since! I really think he’s gonna kill me or beat me to death if I’ll tell them. I thought of running away, but what happens next? I don’t even know how to do simple house chores! How am I be able to deal with a child?? If you’re thinking of giving it up for adoption after birth, forget about it. I will not carry a baby for 9 months and have a painful labor with my studies torn apart then just give the baby away. I think that’s worse than abortion.
Gosh, I guess I don’t want to hurt my parents. They’ve given so much for me and are excited for me to graduate next year. I’m afraid to disappoint them, which I already did. Why haven’t I thought of this when I’m doing it! I feel so angry, confused, pitiful, and whatever! I thought of committing suicide to get this over fast. I like the thought but NEVER CAN DO IT. Can somebody please open my mind and lead me to decide whether to keep the baby or not. And give me a very good reason considering my situation. I really need a strong foundation to help me hold on with one decision. I’m going crazy here! I don’t believe in abortion. But I need something to keep me strong. Please help me.
WHERE DO I START……I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO… I WAS CONFUSED…I JUST WANTED TO BE LOVED AND CARED FOR…
AFTER MY MOTHER GOT MARRIED TO MY NOW STEPDAD WAY TOO FAST, I FELT BETRAYED….I WANTED HER TO MYSELF… I JUST WANTED IT TO BE JUST HER AND I…AT FIRST, I DIDN’T LIKE HIM BECAUSE HE WAS TAKING UP TOO MUCH OF HER TIME AND SHE WASN’T THERE 4 ME ANYMORE…I DIDN’T EVEN GET TO SEE HER MUCH…SLOWLY BUT SURELY, I WAS LOSING MY MOM….I WAS DATING THIS GUY, WHICH I STILL LOVE DEARLY, WHO WAS THERE 4 ME WHEN I NEEDED HIM THE MOST. BUT AFTER DEALING WITH HIM AND HAVING SEXUAL INTERCOURSE, I LATER ON FOUND OUT I WAS 5 WEEKS PREGNANT… I WAS SCARED… I COULDN’T BELIEVE IT… WHEN I TOLD HIM, HE WAS SOOOO EXCITED… THIS IS WHAT HE WANTED MORE THAN ANYTHING… I AM NOW 8 WEEKS PREGNANT AND TODAY IS THE DAY I DECIDED I WANT TO BREAK THE NEWS TO MY MOMMY AND LET HER KNOW I’M EXPECTING… DON’T KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN OR HOW THINGS IS GONNA PLAY OUT… BUT NO MATTER WHO I MAY LOSE AND WHO I MAY GAIN…. I WILL NOT PICK THE EASY WAY OUT BECAUSE I’M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH MY BABY…
AND MY BABY IS MY WORLD…AND THATS THE ONLY HUMAN THAT MATTERS TO ME..
When I was younger and thought I had found the man of my dreams, I fell pregnant. The hardest decision I had made up to then was ‘What shoes will look good with this dress?’, I found myself making the hardest decision any teenager could of made. I spent weeks convincing myself it was all going to be fine. I moved in with my boyfriend and then later told my mum. I saw the fear and disappointment in her eyes and it still hurts today to think how I made her feel.
We talked, and I realised that I was pressured by my partner, society, the media that I had to have this child. I felt like I still was a child. In reality, how the hell would I cope?? Panic set in once I understood exactly what was expected of me.
I decided in the end to have an abortion, it was indeed heartbreaking to know what people would say about me. Selfish, heartless, murderer.
After a while, almost a year later, myself and my partner stopped communicating and our relationship had turned violent from both sides. I cannot say it was all him. I usually instigated it and I was left with bruises from self defense.
I spent the rest of the year purposely destroying EVERYTHING and EVERYONE. I felt people should feel my pain before they judged me. I was extremely violent and gradually became a borderline alcoholic. Every day after work, I would head to the nearest bar and drink, socially, privately. It didn’t matter. I actually enjoyed myself feeling free, a rebel! Counselors have tried to say I was not enjoying myself but unfortunately, I really did, and have made some excellent, very supportive friends from that period of my life. I actually met my current partner from then.
I continued my journey and after another failed 8 month relationship that began to irritate me half way through, I decided I would have fun again. I would tone it down but do what made me happy. Actually live life! And so I did and fell in love with my current partner of three years
We have had a very enjoyable time so far, although we had issues at the beginning and have the occasional argument now we both can comprise and co-operate after a heated row. We spend a lot of time doing fun things such as aquariums, zoos, theme parks, seeing films.
Then around 4 weeks ago, I discovered I was pregnant. I informed him and he at first was shocked, as most people were including me! This is when the arguments became more frequent. We argued until he realised that a termination was not an option. I wasn’t mentally and emotionally able to go through with one. He spent a few more days to think. I at first worried and then thought ‘Like hell, I’m going to let you dictate me and my child’s life!’ He made it clear throughout that he would not abandon his child.
He came to realise that it wasn’t such a scary thing and he wanted to be involved in everything, including the pregnancy. He now puts up with the mood swings and moaning about my sickness!
We are both aware and weary of my long term depression. I cannot take medication as it is not recommended in pregnancy. I am currently looking for tips to ensure I keep calm. which is easier said than done but I’ll do it. I’m not religious and so don’t speak to God for guidance. I speak to real people like yourselfs. People who have coped and are strong characters. Not those who sit complaining and whining all day. Not those who refuse to help themselves, and not those who blame anyone for their own mistakes.
If we didn’t have bad luck, we’d have no luck!
There are many, many people who can help others by sharing their stories. To some (including me) I have wasted my time telling the world my story. But if it helps just one person understand their own worries or doubts, I’m happy!
I hope you all share your stories. The 10 minuets you spend could change some one’s life!
