It was a month after I tried to commit suicide that I was raped. While driving myself home after the rape, I could feel what he had left behind in me. the only idea that was going through my mind was how could I forget about it and go to work the next day.
Two months later, I was late for my menstral cycle. As much as I wanted to believe it was my boyfriend’s child, the doctor informed me the timing showed it to be from the rape. As much as pro-life people say “God wanted you to have the baby,” all I could wonder was, “how could God allow this to happen to me?” Thankfully, I had a friend at work who was much older and had gone through the same thing when she was in her teens. I had just dropped out of college and my mother was kicking me out of her home because of it. On top of having nothing, I was pregnant with my rapist’s baby. If I had to go back, I would do the same thing all over again, but this time I would allow myself to be there emotionally. If I could give someone any advice, it would be that you’re not alone and everyone has their own reasons. You’re not wrong.