The first time I tried to
get rid of the pregnancy,
I was in Washington.
He was down on
U Street or somewhere
down in downtown Washington.
He gave me some shot, and then
he punched me in the stomach.
I remember walking down this
flight of stairs and getting
on the bus, not having
sense enough to take a cab.
And getting on the bus to
go home and really cramping.
I mean, it had some effect.
I remember after that
thinking that I might
wanna keep the baby.
Then I felt like
it was too late.
I had taken the shot,
and whatever happened,
it did have some effect.
I went to another
doctor that I heard about.
He had beds in an office suite
in downtown Washington in
a very heavily
business district.
It seemed like it was
sort of a factory full of
people getting abortions.
I didn't feel--
And I remember it as a very
negative experience for me.
I remember him as being
a really mean man.
And it hurt.
I remember him saying--
he had a German accent,
which made it even scarier--
he said, "Did it hurt?
Did it hurt?"
And I just felt so, he was,
he was mean, and he wanted me
to feel bad about myself.
And I did.
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