I was 16 and got pregnant by a 26 year old man. I only knew that I did not want to be pregnant. I went to this old house in Richmond, Va. there were many other girls/ women there. I remember a lady being nice and telling me everything would be ok. I did not feel right afterward. I didn't know why. 2 years later I got pregnant again and again only knew that I did not want to be. I remember feeling sad going into the planned parenthood office. While I was on the table the lady asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said yes and started to cry. I saw the machine fill with my insides and was numb for days. A few months later I received a advertisement in the mail for a new magazine called Discovery. Inside there was a picture of a 10 week old fetus. I did not know that what I had aborted both times was really a baby. I really had no clue. As I looked at that picture I was in shock. Being pregnant was really having a real baby alive inside me. I cried for hours. Over the next 10 years I suffered depression. I was very promiscuous. I was anxious a lot. It took a lot of therapy to forgive myself for killing my children. Still, to this day, I have times of depression/anxiety around the anniversary's of the 2 abortions. I do regret my abortions.