Let me tell you my story. It was the 1980's. The height of drug culture in the Bahamas.
I was naive and lost. I was 18....
I had already by taken advantage of by a priest and a step-brother, these were secrets I carried around, not knowing how to tell anyone.
I was naive, not knowing how to behave in a man/woman relationship. No one explained or taught me the expectations, what to do in the face of them. I attended church, I was a leader in youth, the choir, I had a good job, I came from a 2 parent home; no one talked about sex and relationships.
I got into a relationship...
I became pregnant.....
I did not know until the doctor told me. I was shocked. He suggested an abortion; not a medical procedure, an abortion. He was well respected, He knew what he was talking about. I did not have a relationship with my parents, we did not talk about these things or anything much really.
I trusted him, the doctor.
I walked into the Prince Margaret Hospital pregnant and woke up in a recovery room. Bleeding and confused. I did not think about what had happened. I distanced myself from the guy I was involved with.
Life went on. I was 19....
He found me, took advantage of me. I, again was pregnant. I knew what to do because the doctor told me last time. This time, He sent me to another doctor. Same thing happened.
After this time, I could not just forget. The realities began to crash in on me. I became despondent. I was physically sick because I had been losing control of my emotions and my mental strength.....it was the result of the abortions.
I was naive and lost. I was 18....
I had already by taken advantage of by a priest and a step-brother, these were secrets I carried around, not knowing how to tell anyone.
I was naive, not knowing how to behave in a man/woman relationship. No one explained or taught me the expectations, what to do in the face of them. I attended church, I was a leader in youth, the choir, I had a good job, I came from a 2 parent home; no one talked about sex and relationships.
I got into a relationship...
I became pregnant.....
I did not know until the doctor told me. I was shocked. He suggested an abortion; not a medical procedure, an abortion. He was well respected, He knew what he was talking about. I did not have a relationship with my parents, we did not talk about these things or anything much really.
I trusted him, the doctor.
I walked into the Prince Margaret Hospital pregnant and woke up in a recovery room. Bleeding and confused. I did not think about what had happened. I distanced myself from the guy I was involved with.
Life went on. I was 19....
He found me, took advantage of me. I, again was pregnant. I knew what to do because the doctor told me last time. This time, He sent me to another doctor. Same thing happened.
After this time, I could not just forget. The realities began to crash in on me. I became despondent. I was physically sick because I had been losing control of my emotions and my mental strength.....it was the result of the abortions.
The picture in this article says every Life has value, this was not something I knew or was ever told about. Now, I know better!
