I don't think anyone on here will, I think this is a very supportive site.
I posted on another site though (NM), and they edited my post first, and what I received was certainly not support.
BBC, and I still use that site, were no good either, after though, I didn't post before.
I felt so alone, those 4 weeks were like living in a nightmare. I had to be pregnant, not wanting to be, hating the baby, hating myself, hating my best friend, who lived two doors away and had disowned me, and having to hide it.
I couldn't tell anybody, I didn't dare cry as I knew I'd never stop, I was worried I'd do something bad to myself.
I didn't want to, but I felt so out of control I really thought I might.
I remember one night, lying in bed wondering if anything in the house would take my weight as I knew I had a dressing gown cord that would do.
I got rid of that dressing gown, and the big coat I used to hide the PG.
Even thinking of those clothes makes me feel sick.
No one ever goes through a late abortion lightly. I met 3 other girls in the clinic who I talked to, and felt terribly sorry for all of them. I was the lucky one.
Luckier than a girl covered in cigarette burns from her partner, luckier than an 18yr old receiving nasty phonecalls from her parents, luckier than a girl who wanted her baby, but knew she couldn't have it as she was unmarried.
The other girls had Mums or partmers with them and didn't venture into the TV room where we were, but they looked young. 16-17 I'd guess.
We weren't treated well at the clinic either.
We had stayed up late talking and were shouted at to go to bed, we were treated like we were a nuisance, and on a production line of naughty girls.
In trouble for being in pain, shouted at for asking for a cup of tea, made to feel like hassle for waters breaking in the night (not me, the girl in the next bed)
I had thought BPAS would be understanding, but not that clinic.
It's a horrible thing, but it's needed.
What is also desperately needed is support. To this day I've never had counselling.