Abortion Stories Library
The healing is in the sharing. Both personally and politically.
Dare to bear witness. Dare to be heard. Add your voice to the chorus.
Selfish
When I hear people say abortion is selfish, it cuts deep.
Parents
You don’t remember me, but you helped me 30 years ago when there was no one else and no other place to go.
The truth hurts
In a final, desperate attempt, I hurled myself over the back of a chair. I bled.
Traveller
I am so relieved that I was not forced to be tied to him for the rest of my life for the sake of a baby that neither of us really wanted.
I put myself first
Despite what others may feel about my decision, it was all mine.
L.A.’s Story
“I would say it was almost a spiritual experience because I was honoring myself. This is the kind of abortion experience I want for other women.”
B.C.’s Story
I would not be the woman, mother, sister, daughter, friend, and citizen I am today had my rights been stripped of me years ago.
A.B.’s Story
I don't know if he ever told anyone, but I never did, except one boyfriend ten years later, who used it against me when we broke up a few months after we began. I never did that again. Not even my husband knows.
D.H.’s Story
‘Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?’ he tells me, clearly saying that nice girls don't get into this kind of trouble.
J.R.’s Story
I had the opinion that if someone got pregnant, it was their choice and their responsibility. And I even debated in a classroom setting that abortion was wrong.
J.A.’s Story
When I called to make the appointment they told me there might be protesters outside. I'm really thankful there was nobody outside.
R’s Story
When I did start telling people, they were open and honest about their own experiences. I realized how common it is. Not just abortions and miscarriages, but all sorts of reproductive challenges.
N.V.’s Story
Abortions happen on specific days at Planned Parenthood and the protesters know which days those are. Both times I entered the building they all stood outside holding up signs and yelling at me.
A.E.’s Story
This was my penance, my prison sentence for taking the first life that I created.
N.G.’s Story
I needed intervention, and trusted my OBGYN when she helped me in this very vulnerable and grief-stricken time in my life.
J.H.’s Story
For my lover and me, we each had an equal part in creating the pregnancy, but the impact was entirely on her.
V’s Story
The reason is between me and my healthcare provider.
J.D.’s Story
We both had come from warm loving families and knew that we were not yet ready to do the same together.
W’s Story
All night I had slept curled around the plastic container that contained my blood, her blood, the blood that grew from an egg that formed in my body when I was still in my mother’s body.
Z’s Story
When I think of it, all I feel is gratitude.
Physician Stories
