I was 19 and living on my own, working as a nanny. An ex-boyfriend of mine who I was still friends with was going to come over to visit, as I had just recently moved into my new apartment. He came in and we visited, and before long he was kissing me and trying to initiate intercourse. I said “NO!” numerous times, and then my “freeze” reaction kicked in.

For four years of my childhood, I was sexually assaulted almost daily by a family member. I told a few different people, but nobody believed me. I realized quickly that it wasn’t going to end, so I learned to freeze because it stopped quicker if I pretended it wasn’t happening.

So back to the night my ex-boyfriend raped me — I froze, and he took advantage of me. After he left, I cried on my bathroom floor for hours, wishing I had put up more of a physical fight. I didn’t report it, because I knew it would be like the abuse of my past — my word against his.

A few weeks later, I realized that I had been having period cramps for a couple of weeks, where normally I would only get them for a day or two before my period. That’s when I thought I might be pregnant. I ran to Shoppers Drug Mart and got a test. When it said “yes,” I went back and got another. Of course it said the same thing.

Read the article “My Daughter is Not a ‘Rape Baby.’ She is MY Baby.” on lifesitenews.com.