Massachusetts Pregnancy Centers Should Be Protected, Not Attacked

I remember the moment I walked into Planned Parenthood like it was yesterday. I was 17 years old, unexpectedly pregnant, and I felt as though an abortion was my only option. Remembering the cold stainless steel and barren white walls of the clinic still sends a chill up my spine – but worse than that, the pain of the procedure, and the casualness of it all still haunts me.

I remember the moment I walked into Planned Parenthood like it was yesterday. I was 17 years old, unexpectedly pregnant, and I felt as though an abortion was my only option. Remembering the cold stainless steel and barren white walls of the clinic still sends a chill up my spine – but worse than that, the pain of the procedure, and the casualness of it all still haunts me.…