In 2004, when I was 18, my doctor confirmed that I was pregnant.
I had been living with my boyfriend, in Coquitlam, B.C., for some time, but I had neither planned for, nor wanted, a pregnancy. I didn’t tell him. He was four years my senior and our relationship was rocky at best. I knew if I told him, he would pressure me to keep the baby. That wasn’t what I wanted, so I booked an appointment to end the pregnancy.
I had my abortion at approximately 10 weeks. The procedure was straightforward albeit nerve-racking. I don’t remember much of what went on or how I felt because it was, in
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