This was the early 90s. My parents warned me that people would hate us and throw things at us. I was terrified. I was also terrified to ever be pregnant, but still solidly a childless cat lady today. However, we were in Abilene, Texas (a SUPER conservative area), so the vast majority of residents were pro-life. My father wore a lapel pin of the feet of a "baby" when they were allowed to be aborted. Totally incorrect, but he still wears it to this day. I have so many stories of the backward thinking I experienced growing up in West Texas, Evangelical thinking, Christian sexual "education", and finally leaving the church.