I was a senior in high school when I found out I was pregnant. While everyone in my class was celebrating the end of the year graduation activities, I was trying to figure out how to have an abortion without anyone finding out. I couldn’t imagine telling my parents, the look of disappointment and devastation on their faces would be too much for me. I was so scared and alone. I wanted to kill myself, to end my life so I wouldn’t have to make such a hard decision and go through with the abortion. Two weeks before graduation I had a miscarriage, literally one day before I was scheduled to for the abortion!
I’m now 43 years old, and for many years I never told anyone about the baby, it was so shameful. Shameful to have gotten pregnant, shameful to have planned to abort it. But shame is never a good thing, and when I did finally find healing from that time, I began to share my story so that others wouldn’t make the same mistakes that I did. Oh how I wish there had been a place like Luxi House to turn to and get help and some understanding.
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