I went to the doctor the next day and I told him I didn’t know what I was going to do, I told him that I wasn’t in the right place emotionally or financially to have a baby right now. I asked him for the number for an abortion clinic even though at the back of my mind I knew I wasn’t going to go through with it.
I’ll never forget what the doctor said. ‘Well, if that’s something you think you can live with. But I know lots of young mothers who have turned out just fine.’ I stared in disbelief, 100% sure he wasn’t supposed to give that kind of opinion. I took the number for the clinic on a little piece of paper and shoved it into my coat pocket.
When I got home, I cried and I told my mom I was pregnant. She sat down calmly and talked me through my options, saying she would be there for me no matter what I decided to do.
