Hello this is a brief summary. In summer 2017 I accepted a paid intern position and traveled to LA. I was raped by someone I casually dated. It wasn’t violent, it was quiet and I just wanted to get it over with. I took a Plan B an hour after. The next week a man and I fell deeply in love with each other and quickly became official. Then on week 6 I found out I was pregnant, and I knew it wasn’t my boyfriend’s. I secretly had an abortion without telling anyone. Then I kept getting sicker. Later I found out the abortion didn’t work and I was 14 weeks pregnant with the same baby. I was absolutely devastated. As soon as the doctor told me, it’s like something snapped in my brain causing me to scream and I yelled to him “get it out of me! Get out of me!” I had to tell my boyfriend about everything, it was only right. He broke up with me. A week later I received another abortion, this time it was a D&E and it was much, much more painful. Afterwards I flunked out of school, moved back with my parents who knew about everything and I still lost their respect. We’ve rekindled somewhat, but I know my parents still think about. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this.