10/03/2025
At 21 I was sexually assaulted. When I learned I was pregnant, I realized I had to report it. As I feared, I was called a liar, an attention-seeker, & other such names.
Everyone told me to get an abortion: the police officers, the victim’s advocate, the doctors & nurses. I was told I couldn’t love “it.”
‘It’ was just a blob of tissue. How could I support a child if I couldn’t even support myself? If I kept ‘it’, no one would believe I’d been r***d.
Abortion was the best, and only, choice. I set up a pre-abortion ultrasound. The technician didn’t know why he was doing it, and said the words that saved my child’s life:
‘Your baby seems fine.’
My baby. He was the only person to call him mine, to call him a baby. My child.
‘Would you like to hear the heartbeat?’
Wait, a heartbeat? But they said it was just a blob of tissue!
It was the most beautiful sound. The monitor was turned around, and I swear the baby waved! The technician took a picture and labeled it ‘Hi!’
I left. It was the best decision I ever made.
My son is 15 now and is the most amazing person.
My son’s life isn’t somehow worth less because of how he was conceived. He is just as loved.
He’s not an exception; he’s exceptional. He’s my son.
