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Two years ago, at age 18, I was dating a man who was physically and psychologically abusive. I became pregnant. My decision to terminate the pregnancy was a difficult one, but ultimately I made my choice. I live in Virginia, where it’s mandatory to receive a certain number of hours of counselling prior to the procedure. When we went to Planned Parenthood to see how far along I was, it was apparent that in the time it would take to receive that counselling I would not be able to have a medical abortion, which was the least invasive option. Knowing this, my mom (pro-choice, thankfully) and I made our way to D.C. Upon arriving to PP, we were harassed and berated by some (not all) anti-choice nuts. A few were very respectfully protesting. Others were downright violent. Calling me a slut, saying I’m going to burn in hell, stuff like that. After all was said and done, one man followed my mother and I to our car and started beating on the windshield.
Through all of this, I was suffering from an addiction to self harm, being treated for bipolar disorder, and was being physically and psychologically abused by the man who got me pregnant. I was living out of a family friend’s pool house and feeding myself with food stamps (no income at all). All that said, there was no way in hell I was even close to being able to care for a child.