I was 16 years old, my boyfriend was
also 16 years old. In September I found out I was pregnant. I was so scared to
tell anyone. I thought my family would disown me and that my boyfriend would leave
me. I would never have an abortion, because it was my fault and one of my friends
had an abortion and now can't have any kids.
I did not know how to tell
anyone. I ran away so I would not have to tell my family or my boyfriend. 2 of
my friends already knew I was pregnant. After being gone only 3 HR. I went back
home because I knew I need help taking care of the child.
I told my boyfriend,
he was shocked but he said he would be there through everything and help out with
the baby and be in its life, then I had to tell my Mom and dad, that was one of
the hardest things for me to do, I told my Mom one night then she told my dad
and my brothers and my sister form me (cuz she knew I could not tell them). After
everyone in mine and my boyfriends family knew about it I had to drop water polo
and swimming and I have to tell my coaches why I had to drop.
When I was
6 1/2 months. I was taken out of school because I was having problems with other
people at school. Everyone at school was told I was put on bed rest because I
was having some problem with the baby.
Less than a month after I turned
17, I had a baby boy named Aaron. On May 1st. I am still with my boyfriend of
now 5 1/2 years.Becky
November 19, 2002
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