A few years ago I was a rape victim as a teenage girl, just trying to do well in school, make good grades, hang out with friends, and well, be the freshman that I was. Then I was in a relationship with an abusive guy which I still blame myself for letting myself get into that situation, but anyways, I told him that I wasn't dating him for sex and I wasn't just looking to get layed! He disagreed and said that was the only reason he dated me in the first place. He then proceeded to rape me. I found out a while later that I was pregnant. (I had left this guy and wasn't sexually active so I know it was from that.) I couldn't bear to let a baby at 14 years old mess up my life and my high school carrer! I mean I was still a freshman and had big plans for my future in college. None of which involved a tiny tike sitting on my knee while I was trying to study for finals! My family supported me no matter what (or at least the family that knew about it) I had the abortion and am now really glad I did. Other wise I might have ended up like my mom. A high school drop out, with more than enough mouths to feed including her own and with no man to support me either I couldn't do, and she couldn't either. That's why my grandparents had to adopt me. Adoption is not always the answer to something like this. For the longest time in my life I knew there was something that was weird involving my caretakers. Then one day I realized that they were much older, and I was still a baby! Then I started asking questions about my mother. None of which my grandparents could answer. My mother was always so distant from everyone, except for her current boyfriends, fiances, and husbands. (yes, more than one) Once I got to know my mom, at first it was great, then I started to wonder why she gave me up in the first place? Did I do something wrong? Was I to difficult to take care of? Many questions like these occured to me as the years went on and I began to loath my mother. We grew very distant after that, then she began to call again, but this time something had changed, my loathing for her had affected her so much that she began to hate me, saying things like I was no longer her daughter, and I should kill my self. I really do feel that if I had been aborted, none of the terrible things that have happened in my family because my being born was the soruce of many problems, and what problems it wasn't the source of, well the were based on the problems that came from the first one to begin with.
Anyway, if you can have an abortion early enough, then it's not considered a fetus, it's a group of cells that will later become a fetus. So really your stoping it before it starts.
