I wrote a long post, then deleted it, not sure if I should post it. Basically, I wish someone had told me blunty this was a baby I was carrying, not a "pregnancy". I was crying at every appointment, stalling and I got swept along, being told it was the "right thing". Look at me now. Lost count of the overdoses because when I shut my eyes, all I can see is the blood, I relive every second, fantasise (sp?) about walking out. But I cant. Its done. No one would even recognise my grief, becaue I was young only had an abortion - it was like even my right to grieve had been ripped away. 2 years later im getting help for PTSD, but, I have to come to terms with the fact that isnt going to bring my baby back. I have to live with it forever. And sometimes thats too much to bear. Im never even going to use contraception again - sex always = babies when I was growing up, and it does now. I cant see sex as something purely for pleasure. If I dont want a baby, I dont have sex. Its far too easy to get an abortion. I was never told of any help for the worries I had. I would never hate anyone who had or was going to have one, but, I know there's choices now. Not alot of people do though.