My story happened exactly ten years ago. I was 27 years of age and we weren’t in a steady relationship. I was on the pill but had a bug and didn’t think to take extra precautions. At the time, I was the primary carer for my elderly parents. When I found out I was pregnant I knew it just wasn’t the right time for me to be a mother. It was not a decision I made lightly, but I absolutely know now, as I did at the time, that it was the right decision for me.

The father was rather indifferent. He didn’t try to stop me nor did he give me any indication that he would be around had I made a decision to continue the pregnancy. I knew what I had to do.
I rang the Marie Stopes clinic in the UK for advice and they helped me make an appointment for a scan in Dublin to confirm the pregnancy. I was lucky that I had some savings, so after that it was a matter of booking the flights & hotel in England. I flew to Manchester on the 8th of February 2008 with my best friend. We stayed for two nights – the night before the termination and the night of the termination, flying back to Ireland the following day.

The day we arrived home, my mother was admitted to hospital for a week. I spent that time caring for my father, unable to talk to anyone except my friend because of the stigma attached to abortion. My hormones were all over the place following the procedure, but having to take care of my father and worrying about my mother while I had no support for myself was incredibly difficult.

A few weeks later I went back to the Marie Stopes Dublin clinic for a check up and had to face “pro-life” protesters outside, with the pretence that they wanted to help. They didn’t care about me or my situation. They didn’t care about my elderly parents. They make me sick. It’s none of their business what I do with my body.
Ten years later I know I made the right decision. I have no regrets.

Can you think of someone to share this story with?