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I grew up in a Catholic family, as the oldest of five children -- four girls and one boy. I had gone to Catholic school from kindergarten through ninth grade. During the summer of my sophomore year, we moved to Houston, Texas from St. Louis, Missouri, and started attending public school. I also started a job the next year, when I was 16, at Six Flags/Astroworld. That is where I met my son's father, Jeff Becker.
My parents had never talked to me about sex or relationships, except my dad, who said "Boys are only after one thing" (although I never knew what that "one thing" was), and "Keep your legs crossed." They were just too embarrassed and uncomfortable to talk about it. My friends were just as ignorant as I was. When I found out I was pregnant, I was completely terrified of what my parents would say and do -- especially my father. Abortion was out of the question for me. I did not tell my parents until I started showing, at around 5 months.
My parents decided to send me to a maternity home, because of the stigma and shame they perceived I would face if people found out. Also, my dad thought that my sisters' reputations would be ruined if the kids in my school found out about me. My parents were more concerned about what society thought than my opinions about something that would affect the rest of my life.
Also, my parents believed they were doing the best for me, giving away the baby so I could continue high school and go on to college. They thought the baby would be better off with a "stable, loving 2-parent family".
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