I was 18 years old. It was the summer before my senior year...
April 20, 2014
"I was 18 years old. It was the summer before my senior year of high school. I had went to Memphis, Tennessee with some family and came back and found out my life had changed. It was the end of June and my period still had not came yet. Something told me that I was pregnant. I took three home tests, went to a local clinic, went to Birth Right they all told me that I was 6 weeks pregnant. I already knew I was pregnant. I just needed confirmation.
Afterwards I started to panic. What am I going to do? I am still in high school and I plan to attend college in the fall. My boyfriend and I discussed our options and every week my mind changed. I went from wanting an abortion, to wanting adoption, to raising it myself. For a month and a week I went back and forth with myself trying to play out each thing to see if it would work. Nothing seemed to make sense but to have an abortion.
My mom was not happy at all. She wanted me to keep the baby but how was I going raise it? I did not know the first thing on how to raise a child. I wanted to go to college and make it work for me there. My boyfriend either wanted me to have the abortion or raise the baby ourselves. Which I did not think was fair. At that moment it was not about us it was about the baby.
All in all I ended up having the abortion. I was 11 weeks pregnant. That is a day I will never forget. After that, I went back to school two days later like nothing ever happened and live a life like I did not have a child. To this day I still say that I was having a girl. Her name would have been Emery Denise." —Asia