Abortion Story #259: Getting to Atlanta

Roar will publish a first-person story about abortion, “My Abortion: A Daily Story,” every day for at least 365 days. The following excerpt opens Shelby’s story, who talks about the geographic and other policy hurdles she had to overcome to access care in the south. She also reflects on involving a few close friends at the time of her abortion and how others responded years later, after learning of her decision. Read Shelby’s full story at Shout Your Abortion, a “network of individuals talking about abortion on [their] own terms and creating space for others to do the same.”


“I got pregnant on the night of my 17th birthday. I was a senior in high school, and my boyfriend was a freshman in college. He surprised me by coming into town for my birthday. We had a huge party at someone’s dad’s house, and later that night we had sex twice – once with a condom and once without. Somehow, I knew immediately that I was pregnant. I took a couple of pregnancy tests a few weeks later and convinced myself that the light pink line was too light to be true. I went to the gynecologist for the first time a few weeks later and she confirmed what I already knew.

She said, “It looks like the due date is June – ” I cut her off mid-sentence and said, “There will be no due date, I’m not having this baby.”…”

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