Here is my story. I have never managed to talk about this sober, so this is really difficult for me, however I do want to share my experience with you and your blog readers.
So it was 2008 and I was 22. I had recently moved into my own one-bedroom bungalow and an internet “friend” of mine was becoming homeless. I should really have paid attention to all of the things that people had said about him and you will find out why.
So my friend (let’s call him Shaun) and I move into this one-bedroom bungalow and things are going quite well. Until we started being sexually active with each other. This wasn’t a problem initially, as who was I really hurting but myself?
And God knows, I was a sucker for punishment.
I was on the Pill and thought that I was safe from pregnancy. Stupid me didn’t think of diseases or anything. However, a few months into his stay with me, I started experiencing really bad lower abdominal cramps, so naturally, I went to go and see my GP.
He informed me that he thought that I had a urinary tract or bladder infection and to be on the safe side, he prescribed me some anti-biotics. He failed to mention that while I was on these anti-biotics, that the oral contraceptive might not be as effective and that I should really take extra precautions.
Lo and behold, I started getting all the symptoms associated with pregnancy. I started feeling sick, I never threw up, though. My appetite decreased. You know the drill. So, I took a test and it came back positive. I was in shock. So I went back to my GP and told him of the news and he asked me what I wanted to do.
I didn’t know, I hadn’t really expected to be pregnant at 22. I never thought myself parent material. I had seen how tough it had been for my mother to be a single parent with the three of us and my sister had a little girl. I could see how difficult being a parent could be.
By the time I found out I was pregnant, Shaun had moved out back to whichever home town he came from as we were having fall outs all the time and I asked him to leave. I caught him online not long after I found out and he promptly told me that it couldn’t be his baby as he had had a vasectomy and told me I must be pregnant by somebody else.
I had only ever slept with him in the past year, so I was gobsmacked at his reaction. He already had two children from a previous relationship. How could he accuse me of such things when he knew how I felt about having multiple partners on the go?
After I had told the father, I was quite upset so I thought that I would talk to my family. My mother comes from a Muslim background and didn’t believe in children outside of marriage and threatened me by saying if I didn’t get an abortion, that I would be disowned from the family.
At the time, I was extremely scared. My mother, my sister, my brother and my niece were the only family that I had. We had no extended family to speak of due to my mother being disowned by HERS. I also thought it strange that she had threatened to disown me when she didn’t disown my sister for having a child outside of wedlock.
So after a lot of upsetting conversations with my family, who I hoped would support me no matter what, I agreed to have an abortion. I went in for a preliminary scan where they wouldn’t show me the screen while they performed the ultrasound for fear that I would change my mind.
Heaven knows, if I had seen that screen, I probably would have changed my mind. All this time, I did feel that the abortion was wrong and I was battling in my head. An abortion, or a possible life of putting an innocent child through my mental health problems and the benefits system of this country as I had mental health problems and we would never be well off.
Two days before I the actual even itself, I had to go to the next town over to take a pill to “kill the foetus”. That day was my birthday. What a way to spend your birthday, eh?
So I went for the abortion two days after the killing of this foetus. My sister happily accompanied me. All smiles and happy faces. Luckily, I only had to take another pill to start the labor process, I wasn’t as far along to require a D n C. I was 14 weeks gone and petrified of what was to come. So I took the pill and was told whenever I needed to go to the toilet, whatever I did there, I press the button to call the nurse.
Eventually, I passed the poor foetus and was free to go home. The ride home on the bus was hell. I wanted to cry but didn’t dare in front of my sister.
The next few days were a blur as I hid my grief from my family who were apparently quite glad that I had escaped this close call. They didn’t want the one who was mentally unstable to start spawning children, apparently.
To this day, I still get upset and feel extremely guilty about the choice I made. Which would have been better? The abortion? Or raising a child when I had mental health issues? All by myself? On benefits? I didn’t know if I was strong enough to do it. And now as I get older, I worry about my fertility. What if I want children? Was that my last chance?
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