Roar will publish a first-person story about abortion, “My Abortion: A Daily Story,” every day for at least 365 days. Below is the beginning of Jenny’s story. She speaks of the abortion she had while teaching in Spain and of feeling alone throughout the process, despite well-meaning friends. Jenny also opens up about surviving a sexual assault shortly before her unplanned pregnancy. Read her full story that was posted to Shout Your Abortion, a “network of individuals talking about abortion on [their] own terms and creating space for others to do the same.”
“I had been living and teaching English in Ourense, Spain for eight months when I met him. It was a brisk May night, I was out at the bars with my friends and there he was. He was about my height and had that modern douche haircut, you know the one, shaved on the sides and a top man bun, and naturally a beard to go with it, and I was surprisingly into him. I invited him home and he was sweet to me. I felt safe when I was with him and it was new and exciting, so I texted him and we hung out again. There was an attraction and comfort between us, but also a noticeable language barrier. We ate breakfast together, we both seemed to like each other, it seemed like it could go somewhere, but as we live in the age of modern dating, he ghosted, he never texted me again. A few weeks went by and I felt foolish for missing him and thinking it could have been something, when I noticed my period was late and my boobs were sore. One afternoon I bought a pregnancy test on my way home from class, it was positive. I wasn’t positive it was positive so I bought another and it was positive.
I immediately made an appointment at the gynecologist, the same one I had been to after I had been sexually assaulted four months prior. As the days passed before my appointment, I shut down. I went to school and my private lessons and then I went home and smoked weed and sat by myself.…”