Here's my story, and you will understand where I am coming from:
When I was 17 I was a partier.. around drugs, getting drunk....... I got pregnant. Not the smartest thing I ever did, but it happens. I was living with the baby's father at the time.. I told him that I was, and he acted like I told him it was raining outside. I thought maybe he was just surprised.... Then we talked about it the next day, and he told me, flat out: you do what you want, is your decision.... fine... I told my mom that I didn't know what I wanted to do, and she told me that she'd support me no matter what my decision was.... which included abortion. I had no way to take care of myself while pregnant, so that someone could adopt the baby... unless I lived with the couple that was going to adopt the baby.. I lived in SC, folks, that wasn't an option. So the next day, I told her and she went off on me. told me it was the cowards way out, the easy way out. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THAT WAS THE HARDEST DECISION I EVER HAD TO MAKE!!!!!! so i left the guy. I moved back in with my grandmother, and she told me that she wasn't going to let me ruin my life... ugh... so the catch was that if i wanted to keep it, then I'd have to figure out how to deal with it myself.. Translation: they were going to do the total opposite of logical human beings do... make me live on the street... cuz the father of my baby's father, whom he lived with, wasn't going to let me move back in.. how great is that...
So I terminated the pregnancy... and it has haunted me eversence.
when I was younger, there was a story of an 11 year old girl who got raped by the janitor of her school, and she got pregnant... her parrents were trying to petition to let the girl have an abortion (it wasn't legal in her state), and they basically got laughed out of court.. that little girl was forced to carry her baby to term...
my pont is, I'm pro choice, I'm not pro abortion.