“I was 19 years old. Freshly married to a man that had a vasectomy several years ago. My period has always been on time, never late and never early. I was one day late, and I knew something wasn't right. He told me I was overreacting, but something didn't feel right. He bought a test to settle my nerves, but it came back positive. It was impossible. He'd had his vasectomy over 5 years ago and had been with other women and they didn't get pregnant. Why me? I thought. I never thought I would end up in this situation but does anyone?
I was 19, a sophomore in college, just moved out of my parents’ house, and didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I knew I wasn't ready for a kid and he was done with having kids. I did a lot of googling and looked into the pill and the surgery to see which I wanted to do. After reading about the pill, I knew I couldn't handle that and chose the surgery. My state makes you wait 24 hours after you first go into a clinic and basically try to change your mind in the process and I knew I couldn't handle that.
We found a clinic in the next state and made an appointment as soon as we could. This clinic had no waiting period, and everything was done the same day. I skipped class and we drove two and a half hours there. I was ok during the ride, just trying not to think about what I was getting ready to do. When we got there everyone was nice and comforting. Even with everyone being so nice I still wanted to cry, but I didn't.
I was in a room with other women all waiting for their surgeries and everyone was so calm. They put me in a wheelchair and took me to the operating room. The last thing I remember before going to sleep was them asking me about my dream vacation. I woke up back in the main area with the other girls and they gave me some juice and crackers. Once I was clear to go, I got dressed, found my husband and left. As soon as I got in the car, I broke down in tears. I cried for most of the car ride back. I couldn't believe I did it. He just held my hand the whole way because he didn't know what else to do. The days after, I was in so much pain. It hurt to move. I had to miss class on Monday because it was still that bad. I don't know if I regret what I did. I still think about it and cry about it. I don't think it is something I will never forget or ever get past.” —Anonymous