I was raped at night off of a community center walkway. It’s 2 minutes from my house, and a pretty well-lit area near the road, but has dense trees. Not to be naive, but I feel like I just never thought something like that could happen to me. I just felt numb afterward. It’s been 4 1/2 months, and no one knows. I am married with a baby on the way. A baby who could be my rapist’s, OR my husband’s. It was too close of a time to tell. I think the worst part is worrying that no one would believe me even if I told them. And I don’t hate myself, I just feel sorry for people that are low enough to do that to another human being. It’s hard to cope with the fact that I can’t tell my husband in fear that he will think I cheated on him!! Then I just think, what if he sends a paternity test, I don’t even know what nationality the rapist was. I feel I needed to voice my fears with other people who might relate or who could give advice. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
— Survivor, age 27