I was a 16 year old girl in California. I was a junior in high school and took a summer job with Kirby Vacuum Cleaner between semesters as a telephone solicitor. Okay, I'll admit it. I was this very nubile sexy teenager. Shame on me for that.
In any event, I met up with this 32 year old man, Fred Porter, who was a salesman for Kirby and we got together, i.e., we had sex. I ended up pregnant. Abortion was not an option for me. I just had to suck it up.
I remember when Fred appeared at my house to talk with my parents. He basically said, "So sorry, but I cannot help." (He had four children with his wife.) My (step) father, who was a policeman with the LA Police Dept. just let him go, and in so doing betrayed me, but that's what it was like way back then.
So I dropped out of high school between my junior and senior year and had this guy come to my house so that I was able to complete my senior year and graduate from high school.
I also had to walk about my small neighborhood in middle suburbia obviously pregnant. I remember feeling very humiliated. I remember going into labor and going to the hospital and how much it hurt. I remember the doctors telling me that I was so little. I remember giving birth to that child (a boy). I remember signing those adoption papers. I remember hearing from the county that they had taken my baby away from the adoptive parents because of abuse.
For God's sake , let's not let Roe v. Wade be overturned.