I was 15. I weighed 78 lbs, severely malnourished, severely ignorant. A 29 year old stranger walked up to my mother’s car, pointed at me in the back seat and said “I want the …”. My mother told him to get into the car. I was terrified, but I didn’t know what I was afraid of. The first time he attempted rape, I got away from him, ran home and told my mother. My mother invited him to live in our house. He succeeded the second time, impregnating me. My son is now 56. I have been shamed, judged, shunned for the fact of my son. Thank you for your courage. It feels great to write this here and now.
— Survivor, age 72