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Two weeks ago my 17 year old told me that she was pregnant. It was her first time, it was also her first kiss. The rest of the story is quite sad too it left me feeling that she really was lacking a lot of information that would be important for her not to make a future repeat mistake. I kept that in mind but at the moment I took her lead in the decision to have an abortion. I wanted to be supportive in order to keep communication lines open but at the same time I was in shock because if you knew my daughter it is something that was not expected. We decided to keep it a secret between mother and daughter. It was quite difficult as I was my daughter's support but I had none of my own as I chose not to tell my husband. I spent the rest of that week in a daze and thinking that it was a bad dream. The last thing that I needed was the horrific treatment that we received at planned parenthood in NYC. My daughter had found out about the abortion pill and we decided that it would have to be the option to take. We researched it a bit. On purpose I avoided searching the internet for anything negative on this method. But on the night before our appointment at planned parenthood I did look. What I found left me very nervous. My daughter has had a history of reactions and I was afraid that she would have a reaction to the pills and since she's always had menstruation problems I was afraid that she would turn out to be like the worse bleeding cases that there ever was. I decided that I would keep my appointment but that I would ask some questions before making up our minds and although I didn't know what yet I was hopeful in finding out an alternative should we decide that we would not go with the pill method. I knew that they also perform surgical abortions at planned parent hood and although that seemed more risky at first I was having a change of heart. For our own personal situation it now seemed less risky than the pills. When we finally got to planned parenthood the first thing we came across was a gloomy room filled with staring faces. Everyone looked so depressed. As soon as we went through the metal detector and into that room we are told that my daughter is to go through the next door by herself and I was to wait in the waiting area with all of the gloomy people. They said that my daughter may ask inside whether or not I could come in. When she did she was told no. She was very nervous as the persons inside were treating her coldly and were losing patience with her request to have me inside with her. My daughter tried telling them that I had questions and they said that my daughter would have to see the counselor first and that the counselor would decide if I was allowed to come in. \r
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