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Chelsea Handler is getting real about abortion. Handler details how she got pregnant after having unprotected sex with her boyfriend and, after considering keeping the baby, ultimately went to Planned Parenthood and had an abortion. I'm grateful that I came to my senses and was able to get an abortion legally without risking my health or bankrupting myself or my family. But what about getting two abortions within a short period of time? A woman who has been through an abortion might avoid sexual contact due to guilty or conflicting feelings; this might have an indirect effect on fertility.

Before and after having an abortion, you should communicate with your partner or family. Also, wait for at least a month after the abortion before attempting to get pregnant again. Your body needs time to rest up before it is ready to take on another life. The consequences imposed on both your physical and mental health following an abortion are unavoidable. If you are concerned about the possible impact on your future pregnancy, consult with your health care provider.

He or she can help you understand the potential risks, as well as what you can do to help ensure a healthy pregnancy. Disclaimer: The opinions expressed in this article are those of the author and do not reflect the official stance of The Jakarta Post.

TheJakartaPost Please Update your browser Your browser is out of date, and may not be compatible with our website. LOG IN. Forgot Password? Or continue login with Google Facebook Linkedin. Register here Want to register your company or campus? Register here. Do multiple abortions decrease your chance of getting pregnant again? I felt nothing. The entire appointment took an hour. The procedure itself took about 20 minutes.

My friend drove me home and put me to bed. He slept on my couch and checked on me. My son stayed with a friend from school. I never spoke to or saw my high school sweetheart ever again. I hate him. When I was 21, I was dating a great gal and single mother, who was I was blown away by how much my mom took to her two-year-old son yes, that made her 16 when she had him.

My mom loved to watch him when we went on dates and I admired what a good mom she was. My parents were older, my mom in her mids and my dad in his late 70s. I started pressuring her to have a child with me. I even asked her to marry me.

I kept coming up with excuses on when would finally be a good time to get married, but I did break her down on getting pregnant. When it finally happened, when it was real and we had a pregnancy test to confirm everything, I freaked out. It was all bad, I was terrible. Then I told her she had to have an abortion. At that point she was just confused and sick of my change in personality.

I paid for the abortion. I drove. After that we never spoke again. I know she kept in touch with my mom and would often lunch with her and visit. She really was a great person. We still know some of the same people and I do occasionally stalk her on social media, just to see if she is ok She went on to do some pretty amazing things, but she never had another child.

I wonder if I was the reason for that. Was she ok with it? They counsel you when you go in. She signed everything and said no one was pressuring her. Maybe she just wanted anything related to me out of her like some kind of satan spawn. They were so nice to her. I look back now and am so grateful for that. I never even checked on her again after.

In a more mature, fully developed mind, I realize the horrible stigma put on women who do this. She had no right to have to bear that. I realize the horrible part I played in all of it and never should have done it. I live with that. Not easily. The latest in our series of abortion stories comes from a reader who went through a rollercoaster of life experiences:. First, a little background. My father was a heroin addict, and she left him before I could get to know him at all—probably a good choice.

However, my mother was also a drug addict, alcoholic, party fan, and incredibly promiscuous in front of me. I often felt it would have been better if I had been aborted along with all my siblings; I still wonder sometimes. For myself, however, I knew at a young age that I wanted children because I had been so raised so horribly.

I knew I could do a better job. I was fortunate enough to make it through university and got my degree in Developmental Psychology. I was surprised when I found myself married before getting pregnant, and we were ecstatic. I was devastated. B informed me that my body would reabsorb the tissue and I would be fine. Within three days I checked myself into a mental health clinic. The marriage endured three more years and another miscarriage when we had our son.

I went on to successfully teach over parenting classes in two states over the course of several years. I remain pro-choice because I know there is far too much abuse and neglect for unwanted babies.

Then, the unthinkable happened. I will skip the bad parts and just say that I was diagnosed pregnant from rape, which is why this is anonymous and mentally ill depression and severe PTSD from a homeless clinic. My ex-husband took custody of our son, and with his wife, he remains a fantastic dad to our now 16 year old. I was urged by everybody around me to abort the pregnancy, as I had no support, no job, no home, nothing at all. I knew how strong I was. I was well educated and resourceful and fiercely motivated to provide the safest and best environment for my child.

I also knew that if I terminated, I would fall even deeper into depression and horrible choices. I kept the pregnancy and gave birth while living in a domestic violence shelter after finally escaping some more horror. It truly was the best choice— for me. I finally got the help I needed for so many years. I tell my daughter that she saved my life. And it truly did work out; I wound up with a wonderful man who has provided an environment where I can heal.

Best of all, all that my daughter has known for her short 11 years is peace, love, and security. I also remain acutely aware and active about not only my own mental health, but hers as she grows as well, with honest discussions about feelings and how to get help IF , at any point, she feels overwhelmed, depressed, etc.

Because I do understand the genetic component I might have passed on. I still remain firmly pro-choice. But shaming people who do has GOT to stop! About a month ago, in the wave of email from readers responding to our callout for personal stories of confronting abortion , we heard from a woman living in Texas who was already struggling with abortion regulations in that state.

She is also one of the few readers in this series willing to use her real name:. My name is Dr. Valerie Peterson. I had my first daughter when I was 17, and then my second child at I worked full-time while attending school full time, all the way through earning a doctorate. I was shocked when my doctor told me I was pregnant in July of Even though this was unexpected, it was a wanted pregnancy, and I started prenatal care.

Because of high blood pressure, I was considered a high-risk pregnancy and had to have ultrasound scans every two weeks. For the next several weeks, I went back and forth to my doctors for additional tests. My doctor confirmed the diagnosis: alobar holoprosencephaly , or HPE.

I could try to carry the pregnancy to term and eventually miscarry or give birth to a stillborn baby, or I could terminate my pregnancy. I was devastated by the diagnosis and these options, but knew that I needed to end the pregnancy. My doctor referred me to an abortion provider in Austin. However, I was told that there was a three-week wait for an appointment.

My doctor was eventually able to find an earlier appointment through his personal connections at Planned Parenthood. But I was again devastated to learn that due to the laws in Texas, my procedure would take four days. The first day I would have to go through mandatory counseling. This included having an ultrasound and learning about additional options besides abortion. After the counseling, there is a mandatory hour waiting period.

On day three, they would be able to begin the procedure, but because of how far along I was, they would have to dilate my cervix on day three and have me return on day four to have the procedure completed. I confided in a friend whose sister works in health care in Orlando, and she put me in touch with an abortion provider there. I called the doctor, and she told me that she could see me as soon as I could get to Florida.

I called on a Thursday, flew in the next day, and my procedure was over by Saturday evening. They were able to take care of everything in one day.

I am thankful that I had the resources to leave the state. I was born and raised in Indonesia, where premarital sex is condemned. You are expected to stay a virgin until your wedding night. When I got my first period in 6th grade, my mother warned me to be cautious, since I could get pregnant now. She did not elaborate further. When I was 15, my first boyfriend pressured me to sleep with him to prove my love. I balked at the last minute but he pushed on.

To prevent pregnancy I used the calendar method, pulling out, and condoms. I got pregnant in I was 19 and a freshman in college. Abortion is illegal in Indonesia and highly taboo.

As soon as I confirmed the pregnancy, I knew instantly that I wanted an abortion. I was not ready to raise a child and have a shotgun wedding. This part was easy. Finding an abortion provider, on the other hand, was a different story. I decided that going to a medical professional not a traditional healer would be the best option. A lot of women have died taking the healer route, and I did not want to be one of them.

Finding a clinic was an almost impossible task. Now I understand why so many women ended up going to a healer instead. Nothing worked. At around 12 weeks of pregnancy I finally found a clinic. I knew that the clinic was barely legal, but I had no choice.

I could only hope for the best. Fortunately I had enough money from my savings. My boyfriend also chipped in. A week later I came in for the procedure with my boyfriend by my side. I remember sitting in the lobby and watching other women in the room. Some of them came alone and some with their men. They all had the same facial expression: ashamed. None of them were talking and everybody looked uncomfortable. I was put under general anesthesia, but there was no anesthesiologist present.

I remember being awoken abruptly and having a warm cup of tea shoved onto my face. I remember being in pain I had curettage. I remember being ordered to get up and pushed toward the door. I remember crying.

Was I traumatized? But I did not regret it. I was relieved to finally able to return to my old self. I got pregnant the second time in I was living in Arizona and was married to my abusive first husband. My natural birth control failed. Since my husband and I agreed to not have any children prior to getting married, abortion was our default decision. I was able to locate a clinic quickly and conveniently.

I made an appointment by phone and went in for the procedure seven weeks into the pregnancy the earliest time for surgical abortion.

The clinic setting was pleasant. The all-female staff was friendly, supportive, and accommodating. I had a positive experience—a night-and-day difference compared to my first abortion. Being on both sides of the fence convinced me that it is our duty and responsibility as a civilized society to provide safe and legal access to abortion, paired with comprehensive sex education and easy access to birth control.

Because knowledge is power and that prevention is key. I was able to finish college, escape grim economic fate, walk away from an abusive marriage, and have the family I always wanted, on my terms.

I owe it all to my abortions. Before the birth of my son, I rarely thought about my unborn babies. After he was born, I was able to see things from a different perspective. I could see that I might have acted unfairly by not giving them a chance to be born. I apologized to them. Four readers recall their experiences facing an unwanted pregnancy at a very early age. Our first reader was younger and in more desperate circumstances than most:.

At 15 years old, I was living on the streets of Northern California. I got pregnant by my year-old boyfriend. I was in no way capable of raising a child. I was living on the streets, had no income, was taking drugs, and was not at all responsible. I went to Planned Parenthood, where they told me of my options—adoption, keeping the baby, or abortion.

I could not keep the child and would not abandon the child to be brought up by someone else. The procedure was over quickly. I sat outside at the bus stop in the cold, feeling sick, and cried. I felt so horrible and guilty that I had allowed myself to get pregnant. I respect all life, even that of an insect, so it was a very hard thing for me to do.

I am in my 50s now and do not regret it a bit. I now realize that I had been manipulated by a pedophile, but thankfully I was not forced to have his child. I stumbled across your compelling series —vast in how readers view abortion and why—and it brought up some long-since buried emotions.

My story is similar but not so similar at the same time. When I was 14 years old, my mother became addicted to drugs and would leave my two siblings and me home alone for days to weeks. I can still remember the day my aunt came to the house to confront my mom and tell her she was there to remove my siblings and me. The three of us were all scattered between different relatives and friends while my mom sank deeper into addiction, even becoming homeless herself for quite some time.

I was 16 when I became pregnant for the first time. I had dropped out of high school and was living from pillar to post wherever I could. There I was, a pregnant year-old dropout on public assistance, living with friends but had to be responsible for another life.

I wanted to be the best mother I could, and being pregnant jump-started my wanting to get my own life together. I went back to school to get my high school diploma, but only three or four months after going back, I discovered that my prescription birth control pills had failed and I was pregnant again, just shy of 18 years old.

I was just starting to get my life on track for the sake of my first born, still estranged from my parents and other family members, and on public assistance. As hard of a decision as it was to make, I decided to terminate the pregnancy.

It was a last-resort decision because I already had a baby. This is the very first time I have spoken of this abortion to anyone other than medical personnel, but I felt it was important to share the many many reasons why women choose to have an abortion.

It is never an easy decision or as black and white as some would have people believe. I am not ashamed of having an abortion, but my story involves others who may not want to be identified, so if you use my story, please publish it anonymously.

I got pregnant at 15 years old with my first ever boyfriend, the man I lost my virginity to. We have a five-year-old son today and are still together and engaged 16 years later. Having the abortion was the worst decision of our lives and haunts us till this day. I was not showing, though. My older sister took me to a doctor at a very famous Los Angeles hospital, where all the stars go. I was young and miseducated. I think abortion should be banned. I know that this will never happen, but I just hope there is no girl or woman who feels like we do.

Had abortion been banned, I would have a year-old child now. I was lost in the middle of a messy family that was falling apart at the seams.

When I could no longer endure the constant screams that plagued our home, I turned to my boyfriend, who I thought was my knight in shining armour. We had momentarily broken up and were just getting back together, so I was happy and feeling safe from my family. When I asked why, he responded that I was his and I needed to learn that lesson.