I am a rape survivor. If I had gotten pregnant I would have had an abortion faster than you could blink. Because I wasn’t able to talk about what happened, I didn’t want to cause my family and friends that heart ache (and I still have not told many people). I would have killed myself before being forced to be pregnant and was already suicidal. Why doesn’t MY life matter to you? Because surely saving one life and preventing suicide is better than losing both? Or do I not count as a life?
I am truly sorry for your experience. The feelings you expressed are a testament to what is wrong with our culture. You shouldn’t feel like you can’t talk about what happened to you. Your family and friends should want to take on your heartache, because that’s what family and friends are for.
If our culture valued human life at all stages of development, there would be no guilt transference from the rapist to the innocent child. The mother would never feel shame for carrying her child to term and he or she would become the silver lining of a very dark cloud.
Your life does matter to me and I do care about you — more than you could ever believe a stranger is capable of. You are not to blame for your rape and you should open up to the world about it. You will not only help yourself heal, you will help countless others find the courage to begin this journey as well.
Our prenatal children are just as valuable as our toddlers, our adolescents, and our elderly. You would be amazed at how much love you are really capable of. A culture of life is so much more joyful than the culture we live in today. Why not help build a better world instead of embracing the failings of our current one?