Raven shares -
"I had just turned 18. Was enrolled and ready to start my freshman year of college, a dream I had my heart set on since I was little. The dad and I were casually seeing each other, and when I told him we talked for a long time about how to manage life with a baby. How the very trajectory of my life was in that instant at a fork in the road. I could put college off, move back in with my parents. Both of our moms became mothers at young ages--they'd hopefully be supportive. I went to an ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy and talk with my obgyn about all that I was thinking. She hugged me as I cried and told me she was sure that no matter what I chose that I'd be making the right decision. I was living in a big city - new to me - and drove into the downtown, parked in a ramp and approached the building where protesters stood handing out pamphlets with images that will forever haunt my memories. He was supposed to meet me there, but didn't show up and didn't answer my calls - that was indescribably awful.
The doctor paused at one point to ask if I was sobbing because of physical pain and I wasn't sure how to answer as I couldn't distinguish the physical from the emotional. To this day, the orange cheese sandwich crackers they gave me in recovery make my stomach turn and my ears fill with tears in nearly every routine medical vaginal check since then.
But then I went home. And I started college. And I finished college summa cum laude because I owed it to that baby to do the very best that I was capable of. I once wrote a letter to that baby, apologizing. Telling them that I wished that we were all there 5 years down the road. I still wish that had been the case. I'm not proud of my abortion. But I'm not ashamed either. It was the hardest thing I've ever done and one of the worst days of my life, but also it was the right decision for me at that time.
Making abortion illegal won't end abortions, it will, as history has shown, only make them incredibly unsafe. It is my body. It is my choice."