Yes me. I did it as a result of a childhood with parents who's idea of parenting was to put a roof over my head and give me enough to eat, but who offered no form of guidance, no physical affection and who told me from a young child that I was selfish, and who I was frightened to tell about the sexual abuse I suffered from my Grandfather.
I met a nice, but very weak man in his early 20's when I was 15 and got pregnant after a few months. I had no idea about birth control (this was in the early 1970's) I had no sex education at school and all my mother told me about puberty was that I would start bleeding at some stage and would need to ask her for some towels. I literally thought she meant the type you dry yourself with until I overheard conversations at school. As an aside, but to give context to the lack of parenting, when I did start my periods, she used to put a pack of sanitary towels in my room every month. I would be shouted at if I asked for more, but like most teenagers, I was irregular and therefore didn't change sanitary towels often enough, as I was scared of running out. Eventually I got thrush and spent weeks convinced I had some awful disease until I plucked up courage to go to the doctor on my own. I shudder now to think how I must also not have been very pleasant to sit next to at school.
Anyway, I got pregnant and when I had to tell my parents, they went absolutely batshit and said I had to have an abortion. I was 15, I thought I had no choice as I was so used to doing as I was told. You have no idea how stupid and angry I felt when I realised (years later) that if I had just said no and refused to comply, they couldn't have forced me. To young people reading this, you probably think I'm exagerating, but things were different then. No doctor spoke to me, only to my mother. I was not asked at any time if this was what I wanted, I don't think there was never any idea about having counselling or anything like it back then (and even if there had been, I would have had no idea it existed or known how to get it).
Anyway, I was told if I had the abortion and didn't tell anyone, I could get married when I was 16. So I did. I realised by then that I didn't actually want to get married, but I hated my parents by then so I thought it was my only way out.
It was a disaster of course. We had 2 children, because I desperate to hold a baby, desperate to get over my loss, but of course you can't replace one human with another, so although I adored my children, they didn't heal the pain. Eventually I met someone else. I'm not proud of myself, because I did it all wrong, had an affair, hurt my kids.... I can never mend some of the things that happened as a result of my affair. Anyway, I married the other man and we went on to have two more children. We have been together for over 30 years now, all of my children get on well, despite age differences and despite my older two going through so much pain when I broke up with their father.
Sorry that was so long - I've left an awful lot out but wanted it to make sense.