Roar will publish a first-person story about abortion, “My Abortion: A Daily Story,” every day for at least 365 days. The following excerpt is the opening of Frannie’s story, who talks about having a lonely experience obtaining abortion, but who is grateful for the compassionate care she received at Planned Parenthood. Read her story in full, which is originally published on ShoutYourAbortion.com, a “network of individuals talking about abortion on [their] own terms and creating space for others to do the same.”
“When I threw up in the trash can, I knew something was wrong. I can count the times I’ve thrown up as an adult on one hand. Throwing up is a bad sign for me. I went home from work and took a pregnancy test. I was, confirmed, pregnant.
My college boyfriend was Midwestern. He was a hockey player, the type of guy who could light up a room. He could also be judgmental and jealous, as college age men can be. We had gotten back together after a summer apart, and he was quick to inquire about my love life and even after I voiced my experiences, remained silent on his own…”