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I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant. I was only 17 and still living at home. Both parents were alcoholics and father was also a drug addict. My brother and I were beaten with a leather dog leash for even minor infractions. I didn't tell a soul until I was almost 7 months pregnant and couldn't hide it anymore. I ran away to my grandmother's. She tried to help me but my grandpa is also a very abusive alcoholic. I decided to place my son for adoption. To this day (18 years later) only my parents, grandparents and brother know it ever happened. Because I did not get prenatal care until my 8th month I got a bad infection that caused scarring and I have never been able to get pregnant again. Today I feel cheated, sometimes angry and still sad. I have kept track of my son through the years though and he had wonderful, loving supportive parents and he never had to deal with alcoholism and abuse so that takes the edge off my pain a bit.
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