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I was going to answer anonymously because I’m sure some who see this are going to be confused. Why is a man talking about pregnancy and abortion as if he knows what it’s like? Well because I have a uterus and have given birth. I also thought about being anonymous to protect myself in general. I decided against it. So with that out of the way, my story.I was the poster child for reasons why women are generally accepted to be allowed to have abortions.When I was 19 I became pregnant. It was too soon, I was too young, I had no real job prospects, could barely take care of myself. The father wasn’t involved in the least and was heavily into drug use. We were using condoms, but one of them broke and now here we were with me pregnant and him looking for a way out. I didn’t have an abortion. My son was adopted and is now a happy and healthy 18 year old man on the other side of the country.When I was in my mid twenties, I was in an abusive relationship. This relationship resulted in two children that were not born of consensual sex. The consent stopped within a couple of months, but by the time the beatings and the rape started I was too mentally and emotionally broken down to recognize it. My children were born from rape and abuse, but I didn’t have an abortion.I became pregnant with my older daughter while using the pill and condoms. Both failed. When I conceived my youngest, I was using the pill and an IUD. Both failed. My children were born despite my attempts to prevent pregnancy, but I still didn’t have an abortion.When I went in for the first appointment with my youngest child, my doctor was shocked and horrified that I’d become pregnant with an IUD in place. It was something he hadn’t seen before in his own practice, or at least not that he’d seen where the IUD hadn’t fallen out or gotten dislodged. And this wasn’t a young doctor, he was the doctor that delivered me. He did an ultrasound to check the placement of the IUD. Nope, it was in the right spot. He couldn’t find an embryo though. This meant one of three things. Either I’d already had a miscarriage, the embryo was ectopic, or it was in an odd position he couldn’t see. I remember him sitting down with me and having a long conversation about ectopic pregnancy and abortion. We didn’t have much time to decide. Ectopic pregnancies are never viable he said. I remember him pulling out all the documentation, and I could tell this was a conversation he’d had before. Having to tell pregnant women that not only would their pregnancy not survive, but that if something wasn’t done quickly, they would die as well. I thought of my older daughter at home, at the time 18 months old, and my abusive partner. I thought of her having to grow up without me to protect her. He suggested that we have a second ultrasound to look for the embryo just in case. I agreed to the abortion on the condition that she couldn’t be found in the second ultrasound or that she was found to be ectopic. We agreed. I left his office and felt numb.The next day, I had the second ultrasound. Almost immediately on the screen was a circle of black with a moving figure the shape of a kidney bean in the middle. I was pregnant. She wasn’t ectopic. All was well. I called my doctor as soon as I got home, canceled the abortion and completely the pregnancy. It was hard. I lost 65 lbs from the first appointment to her birth. I left my abusive ex and bounced from relative to relative heavily pregnant with a toddler in tow. I had minimal income, no childcare, and no real options available. I left with a basket of laundry, my child, my pregnant belly, and my dog. I still didn’t have an abortion.Now if you’ve gotten this far I’d be willing to bet you think I’m pro life. All these perfect storms that most people would recognize as being a situation where a woman should be allowed to abort. I did all the right things, my birth control failed, I was raped, I was young, my life was at risk, and look at me go, I didn’t consider killing my children to be an option. Except that I did. In all three of my pregnancies abortion was considered. In all three the fathers asked me to have one. In all three I thought about it long and hard. And in all three, I found that I was in the privileged situation where it wasn’t actually necessary. Sure it wasn’t easy, but it also wasn’t impossible. I didn’t have abortions in any of my pregnancies because I didn’t feel that I had to.Here’s the thing though. I’m aggressively pro-choice. You read that right. My tubes are currently tied but if I were to become pregnant again? You can bet your ass I’d have an abortion, and I wouldn’t think twice about it. Why? My first pregnancy left me with separated abdominal muscles that have never healed. I have no strength in my upper abdominals. My second pregnancy ruptured a disk in my spine that left me with near crippling back and leg pain that still kicks up on a routine basis 13 years later. My third pregnancy left me with an 8cm by 6cm hernia in my lower abdomen. My body is literally falling apart as a result of my pregnancies. If I were to become pregnant again and attempt to carry to term, there’s a high likelihood that neither I nor the pregnancy would survive to term because of my medical conditions. And that’s not even taking into account my transition. I plan a full hysterectomy as soon as possible as part of that process just because my history with birth control isn’t the best and I don’t trust my own body to stop being an obnoxious, sabotaging, asshole.“But Brandon!”, you might say, “That’s a different situation! That’s one of those allowed instances! Surely you can’t support abortion in other cases.” And that’s where you’d be wrong. I support abortion in all cases where a pregnant woman and her doctor feel that it’s the right decision for her. I feel this way because yes, I made the decision to give birth to all three of my children when I didn’t have to. When abortion would have been considered acceptable under all but the strictest of moral arguments. But giving birth in all three of those cases was my choice, no matter how hard it was, no matter the dysphoria it caused me that wanted to rip off my own skin more often than not for nine months straight. I chose to do it anyway. Who am I to take that choice away from someone else? Who am I to tell a woman, even in the same circumstances I was in at the time, “You don’t get to make this choice for yourself because I didn’t choose that option.” Who am I to dictate someone else’s life for them? More than that, I made the choices at the time knowing my own strength, my own capabilities, my own privileges, and my own resources. These are not going to be the same for every pregnant woman. Even if the reason is as simple and seemingly superficial as “I don’t want to”, who am I to tell that woman that no, she must be forced against her will because it’s what I have chosen in the past? Who is any of us to tell that to a stranger? Particularly when we have no connection to her or her pregnancy, no intention to support her before, during, or after the birth? No intention of doing anything for the child we’re forcing her to have? And don’t tell me “Well welfare”, or “well charity”. No. You don’t get to take the easy way out any more than I allowed myself to take the easy route. If you want to tell a woman, any woman, that she cannot control her own body, then it becomes your responsibility to care for that woman and that child. You become responsible for feeding it, diapering it, comforting it at three am so that woman you forced to have it can get some sleep. You pay the bills she can’t cover because she’s unable to work while on bedrest, giving birth, or recovering. You pay for the scholarship she loses because she has to drop her college courses to have that child. You take her into your home when her conservative parents call her a whore and kick her out of their home with no where to go. You donate your own organs when hers shut down because her body can’t safely handle the pregnancy. And then you do it for every single other woman who can’t access an abortion because of your decision that she can’t make that choice for herself. Can’t do that? It’s too much? Then don’t vote for policies and lawmakers who would remove that right to choose. It’s as simple as that.EDIT: I just wanted to say WOW and thank you to all the views, upvotes, shares, and support! I was a little hesitant when I thought about posting this because it goes into a lot of painful parts of my life, but the support I’ve received has made it worth it. I had no idea my story and this answer was going to resonate with so many people, and I’m humbled by the kind words I’ve seen in the comments and shares.

My Philosophy teacher once told something which I think is worth mentioning here.When parents invest their time and effort in raising a kid, it should neither be considered duty nor something they do out of pity (since a child is a helpless creature and can't do anything on it's own).Rather it is a debt. It is something you owe them. So, when they get old it's your duty to take care of them so as to repay what they have done for you.I don't account for the truthfulness of this theory. But this makes perfect sense for me.Now coming to the question, in my opinionSince he hasn't done anything for you, you are not liable to take care of him. But as a good social being you should take care of an elderly person. Also who we are to punish someone for their deeds?It's always good to be “Good”. So, if I were in your place I would take care of him, it will also make him realise what he has done wrong.

Kindly read and provide your opinions.I am an Indian girl. I got placed in one of the marketing companies during my last of year of btech in banglore and moved there. I was in a relationship with a boy from past 4 years. During my stay in Bangalore, my boyfriend visited me from Delhi. Eventually we had a great time together. We decided to have sex but couldn't be successful as we both were virgins, however in that failure attempt I conceived ( don't know how). And after few days he left to his home.I was not happy with the job and also didn't want to stay away from my family who was in Delhi. So I worked for around 5 months, resigned and moved back to Delhi to prepare for government services.The moment I signNowed my home in Delhi, I was so much overwhelmed to meet my mother that I ignored the fact I missed my periods. My boyfriend reminded me many times to keep a check on my periods and go for the home kit pregnancy test. As I had a very unhealthy lifestyle in Bangalore, so I thought my periods delayed due to excessive weight gain. I ignored again.Gradually, I started feeling morning sickness, nauseousness, and a back pain. And finally I took a pregnancy test at home hiding from everybody at home. It came positive and shook my world.I contacted my boyfriend. And we both knew we wanted to abort as firstly I just completed my studies, my whole career was before me and secondly, our families didn't know about our affair so it will be a shock to both the families and thirdly I were not mentally ready to take the responsibility of a child, any boyfriend is always ready.In the name of jogging, meeting my friends, I used to meet my boyfriend to visit gynaecologist. I was advised to go for ultrasound. During the process of ultrasound, I thought it would be a peanut size, however we saw our baby, little fingers and developing. I was 2.5 months pregnant then. It again shook us. And now we both started to have feelings for the baby. My boyfriend warned me to not have motherly feelings as it will make abortion difficult. We took an appointment for abortion and left the hospital.On the day of abortion, again I lied to my mother that I am going to meet my female friend and left the house completely broken. We both went to hospital, I was taken inside a room adjacent to labour room. There I saw women in labour and waiting for their child to arrive. And I was there to kill my child. I broke out. I started crying and ran away from the room to meet my boyfriend waiting outside in the lobby. I hugged him. He collected my belongings and we sat outside the hospital crying. One nurse came out to ask us if we wanted to continue, I refused to go inside. We thought we will go for the baby.Then and there, my boyfriend called his mother and told in one straight line that my girlfriend is pregnant. We took an auto and directly went to meet his family. That was the first time, I met his family and his family came to know about me. His mother assured me that she would talk to my family and to get married. His father was standing there for whole time. His mother ordered spicy food for me and hugged me. My mind was blank.That day late Evening, I signNowed home and my mother was watching TV. She had no clue what is happening to her daughter. At that time she was alone at home as my father was working outside Delhi and used to come in 3–4 months. Anyhow, I gathered courage to tell my mother the truth that I have a boyfriend and that too I am pregnant. She started crying and cursing her own life to have a daughter like me. We both started crying. We both didn't have the courage to tell this news to my father as he was anyway from his home.The only thing was to get rid off this baby. And again I became blank. Everything was destroyed in these days. She called my boyfriend to go for abortion. My boyfriend came next day morning. And I went again to same hospital with numb mind. I went to the same room from where I ran out the previous day. The same doctor and the same nurse. This time I was numb.During the medical termination of pregnancy, I was given some injections which I don't know what were they. But after one injection, I felt labour pain for few time and another injection to eliminate that pain. Then finally I was shifted to OT and anaesthesia was administered. After that I slept and woke up with no child inside me and my boyfriend sitting beside me. He dropped me home and left. .Still I don't know what was right and what was wrong. But when I came back home after abortion, I slept that night with so much relief and felt as if my mother removed a big rock from my head and I felt so light and free.But after few days, I went into depression and started feeling guilty and missed something inside me. I felt incomplete.Gradually with time, I got the hold of my life and accepting it as a part of my life. It's been 3 years now. And still it is buried in some part of my mind which I don't discuss with anyone. This secret is among me, my boyfriend, his family and my mother. My father and my siblings have no idea of anything.Right now, I am happy. My boyfriend is well settled with a nice job. I told my father about him, and everything went well. Both families have met and soon we will get married.I always think to myself what would have happened of I would not have gone for abortion??I would have a child but how would my life be, Will my family be able to forgive me? Will I be respected in my husband's home?What would have happened to my career?Am I weak that I could not save my child from so called societal norm? Or have I taken a right decision to be financially independent before having a child?To make peace with myself, I talk to my child that i have not rejected you but postponed your time of arrival in my life so I can be psychologically and financially ready to accept you and take care of you whole heatedly. So you get the love from your maternal and paternal grandparents. So you will have a good life. The moment you come back, that would be the happiest moment in my life. Waiting for you.

I am aware that I am not a particularly pretty woman, to put it kindly. Ugly, to repeat others. I am gawky and tall, with long bushy hair and an ambiguous ethnicity. I am unapologetic about my appearance though, and wear heels with zest and let my hair hang naturally. I am by all accounts a large woman - in dress, in appearance, in life.I am also a huge fan of McDonald’s, hanging out in their dining area when the bus is late, scarfing down fries for my feelings that I paid for with quarters after being fired from a job I didn’t like but desperately needed, using their bathrooms to freshen up before job interviews so people couldn’t smell my homelessness. When I was really little, we rarely had fast food for monetary reasons and I would dream of going to McDonald’s. In second grade, when an older relative was invited to a party at McDonald’s, I asked her to tell me all about it - repeating the details like it was a magical kingdom. It became this thing to me. This ‘safe space’.No matter where I have traveled to in the world and in life, I can usually rely on McDonald’s as a ‘safe space’.It isn’t gourmet food by any measure, and the experience can vary greatly. From that 24hr McDonalds in Manhattan with the sleek, dark interior replete with music videos blasting and a frenetic energy from the packed throngs of after hours people to an upscale, cafe type experience in Auckland, New Zealand where I was able to order a macaroon on a melamine-type plate, to the McDonald’s back on the rez where, in College, we would pack up the car and travel two hours, all in effort to order a green chile double cheeseburger - despite being able to make fresh burgers at home the size of dinner plates.McDonald’s is, quite simply, a treat. It is comfort food to me. Reminds me of my roots, in a garbled, ragtag sort of way. Nowadays I find myself alone constantly in new cities, with no real friends nearby, but I always know I can hole up at a McDonald’s and gather my thoughts. Now that my life has changed rather dramatically from what it used to be like, stopping by McDonald’s sort of grounds me. After a gala in New York where I watched fancy people in fancy dresses unveil an ad campaign starring me, I felt myself gasping for air. Where did I head? McDonald’s. After being flown out to visit the White House and invited to dinner at the cosmos club and being too nervous to eat, where did I skip out to so I could gather my breath? McDonald’s.Some people use coffee houses to plot and create, but give me McDonald’s any day.It is why when I recently found myself at a small McDonald’s in Friendswood, TX I think I took the experience a little too personally. As I said in the beginning, I am aware that I am not physically attractive to a wide-swatch of people. I have read reviews where I am referred to as ‘unfortunate’ and have had to block a determined contingent of people on twitter who stumble across me and feel the need to inform me of my appearance. I know guys. I KNOW. So on this day in particular, being in a city I don’t really know, being freshly dumped via text, I just wanted some comfort.It was impeccably clean and I couldn’t tell if they were getting ready to close up because there was only one family inside, eating at a table against the wall. But the doors opened when pushed and I walked in, my mind on a million different things, very little of them having to do with what was in front of me, so I just stated my order to the guy in the button-down light blue shirt behind the register. A double cheeseburger and small fries. He just stared at me and I realized that perhaps i was rude in just stating my order rather than saying hello. Awkwardly, I explained “Oh sorry I would like to order.” and was met with a dismissive laugh before he walked off, and one of the other workers in a dark polo took over the register and kindly took my order. I waited, leaning against those plastic partitions fast food places use to delineate the dining area from the order area. Again, I sort of zoned out lost in my thoughts, but was aware the person in the blue button down was staring at me from behind the counter.You ever had someone just blatantly stare at you? Looking you up and down with palpable disdain? Uncomfortable, to say the least. I stood there in my heels, long hair, suddenly self-conscious.I started to zone out again, when I heard “Sir, Sir, Hey you Guy” I was the only person near the counter other than the employees, and aside from that one family sitting against the wall, the only one in the restaurant. I still looked around to see who the “hey you guy” he was referring to was and then realized it was me. While, somewhat embarrassed I quickly rationalized this - as it isn’t a big deal - perhaps it is just how he addresses people, while ‘hey you guy” is a weird way to call someone, guy or girl, who cares? isn’t the end of the world. I stepped up to the counter to grab the bag from his hand, and this is where he proceeds to audibly say “gross” and drop the bag on the counter. I quickly grabbed the bag, leaving as I heard him saying “ugly-ass man” behind me - whether it was to me or he was telling some other employee that I don’t know, but there is no mistaking that it was directed at me.I don’t even know what I did with the food, I just know that I got into my car and drove to the library a block away and sat in the parking lot feeling a mixture of pathetic and sadness that makes me cringe to even think of. That one minor incident could bother me, in the sea of things I deal with, that something so minor and also so…weird would shake me makes me disappointed. It felt suddenly like I was in high school or middle school again. I don’t know why such a comparatively minor thing has ruined a restaurant for me. But it has.EDIT: Thanks for all the kind and supportive comments. Quora sometimes reminds me of why I really fell in-love with the internet as a child - it is this way to signNow and engage with others without having the barriers that physical appearance, location, etc can sometimes provide.

NOOOOOOO. You are talking to a military romance scammer. I received an email from the US Army that directly answers your question that is pasted below please keep reading.I believe you are the victim of a military Romance Scam whereas the person you are talking to is a foreign national posing as an American Soldier claiming to be stationed overseas on a peacekeeping mission. That's the key to the scam they always claim to be on a peacekeeping mission.Part of their scam is saying that they have no access to their money that their mission is highly dangerous.If your boyfriend girlfriend/future husband/wife is asking you to do the following or has exhibited this behavior, it is a most likely a scam:Moves to private messaging site immediately after meeting you on Facebook or SnapChat or Instagram or some dating or social media site. Often times they delete the site you met them on right after they asked you to move to a more private messaging siteProfesses love to you very quickly & seems to quote poems and song lyrics along with using their own sort of broken language, as they profess their love and devotion quickly. They also showed concern for your health and love for your family.Promises marriage as soon as he/she gets to state for leave that they asked you to pay for.They Requests money (wire transfers) and Amazon, iTune ,Verizon, etc gift cards, for medicine, religious practices, and leaves to come home, internet access, complete job assignments, help sick friend, get him out of trouble, or anything that sounds fishy.The military does provide all the soldier needs including food medical Care and transportation for leave. Trust me, I lived it, you are probably being scammed. I am just trying to show you examples that you are most likely being connned.Below is an email response I received after I sent an inquiry to the US government when I discovered I was scammed. I received this wonderful response back with lots of useful links on how to find and report your scammer. And how to learn more about Romance Scams.Right now you can also copy the picture he gave you and do a google image search and you will hopefully see the pictures of the real person he is impersonating. this doesn't always work and take some digging. if you find the real person you can direct message them and alert them that their image is being used for scamming.Good Luck to you and I'm sorry this may be happening to you. please continue reading the government response I received below it's very informative.   You have contacted an email that is monitored by the U.S. Army Criminal Investigation Command. Unfortunately, this is a common concern. We assure you there is never any reason to send money to anyone claiming to be a Soldier online. If you have only spoken with this person online, it is likely they are not a U.S. Soldier at all. If this is a suspected imposter social media profile, we urge you to report it to that platform as soon as possible. Please continue reading for more resources and answers to other frequently asked questions:  How to report an imposter Facebook profile: Caution-https://www.facebook.com/help/16... < Caution-https://www.facebook.com/help/16... >   Answers to frequently asked questions:  - Soldiers and their loved ones are not charged money so that the Soldier can go on leave.  - Soldiers are not charged money for secure communications or leave.  - Soldiers do not need permission to get married.  - Soldiers emails are in this format: john.doe.mil@mail.mil < Caution-mailto: john.doe.mil@mail.mil > anything ending in .us or .com is not an official email account.  - Soldiers have medical insurance, which pays for their medical costs when treated at civilian health care facilities worldwide – family and friends do not need to pay their medical expenses.  - Military aircraft are not used to transport Privately Owned Vehicles.  - Army financial offices are not used to help Soldiers buy or sell items of any kind.  - Soldiers deployed to Combat Zones do not need to solicit money from the public to feed or house themselves or their troops.  - Deployed Soldiers do not find large unclaimed sums of money and need your help to get that money out of the country.  Anyone who tells you one of the above-listed conditions/circumstances is true is likely posing as a Soldier and trying to steal money from you.  We would urge you to immediately cease all contact with this individual.  For more information on avoiding online scams and to report this crime, please see the following sites and articles:   This article may help clarify some of the tricks social media scammers try to use to take advantage of people: Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/61432/< Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/61432/>   CID advises vigilance against 'romance scams,' scammers impersonating Soldiers  Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/180749 < Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/180749 >   FBI Internet Crime Complaint Center: Caution-http://www.ic3.gov/default.aspx< Caution-http://www.ic3.gov/default.aspx>   U.S. Army investigators warn public against romance scams: Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/130...< Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/130...>   DOD warns troops, families to be cybercrime smart -Caution-http://www.army.mil/article/1450...< Caution-http://www.army.mil/article/1450...>   Use caution with social networking  Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/146...< Caution-https://www.army.mil/article/146...>    Please see our frequently asked questions section under scams and legal issues. Caution-http://www.army.mil/faq/ < Caution-http://www.army.mil/faq/ > or visit Caution-http://www.cid.army.mil/ < Caution-http://www.cid.army.mil/ >.  The challenge with most scams is determining if an individual is a legitimate member of the US Army. Based on the Privacy Act of 1974, we cannot provide this information. If concerned about a scam you may contact the Better Business Bureau (if it involves a solicitation for money), or local law enforcement. If you're involved in a Facebook or dating site scam, you are free to contact us direct; (571) 305-4056.   If you have a social security number, you can find information about Soldiers online at Caution-https://www.dmdc.osd.mil/appj/sc... < Caution-https://www.dmdc.osd.mil/appj/sc... > . While this is a free search, it does not help you locate a retiree, but it can tell you if the Soldier is active duty or not.  If more information is needed such as current duty station or location, you can contact the Commander Soldier's Records Data Center (SRDC) by phone or mail and they will help you locate individuals on active duty only, not retirees. There is a fee of $3.50 for businesses to use this service. The check or money order must be made out to the U.S. Treasury. It is not refundable. The address is:  Commander Soldier's Records Data Center (SRDC) 8899 East 56th Street Indianapolis, IN 46249-5301 Phone: 1-866-771-6357  In addition, it is not possible to remove social networking site profiles without legitimate proof of identity theft or a scam. If you suspect fraud on this site, take a screenshot of any advances for money or impersonations and report the account on the social networking platform immediately.  Please submit all information you have on this incident to Caution-www.ic3.gov < Caution-http://www.ic3.gov > (FBI website, Internet Criminal Complaint Center), immediately stop contact with the scammer (you are potentially providing them more information which can be used to scam you), and learn how to protect yourself against these scams at Caution-http://www.ftc.gov < Caution-http://www.ftc.gov > (Federal Trade Commission's website)

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I was selected for a summer internship 2016.I tried to be very open while filling the preference form: I choose many products as my favorite products and I said I'm open about the team I want to join.I even was very open in the  location and start date to get host matching interviews (I negotiated the start date in the interview until both me and my host were happy.) You could ask your recruiter to review your form (there are very cool and could help you a lot since they have a bigger experience).Do a search on the potential team.Before the interviews,  try to find smart question that you are going to ask for the potential host (do a search on the team  to find nice and deep questions to impress your host). Prepare well your resume.You are very likely not going to get algorithm/data structure questions like in the first round. It's going to be just some friendly chat if you are lucky. If your potential team is working on something like machine learning, expect that  they are going to ask you questions about machine learning, courses related to machine learning you have and relevant experience (projects, internship). Of course you have to study that before the interview. Take as long time as you need if you feel rusty. It takes some time to get ready for the host matching (it's less than the technical interview)  but it's worth it of course.