I was raped when I was 18 . Once by someone I trusted twice by complete strangers at a party.
I was drugged by someone. I woke up not knowing where I was. At the time I used cocaine so in my mind I blamed myself for what happened. I have placed the blame on myself for years.
I became pregnant and I was treated horribly. Denied the right to abort my baby or to give him up for adoption. Starved, and hit on occasion. I tried to reach out to social services and denied that right as well. I was then punched in the face by my own flesh and blood when I refused to sign court documents. I signed them under duress which is totally illegal. It ruined my life. It's still ruining my life.
I'm a victim of several crimes and Im now dealing with with the aftermath of a child who is basically a stranger to me. I love him because he's half of me he didn't ask to be born I didn't ask for what happened. I'll always love my child but in the end my rights and his should have been taken into consideration. My life was ruined based on lies and greed. I've learned to forgive but it's a challenge to forget.
