In 1983, my beautiful mother was attacked by a serial rapist in a random, violent assault while her husband was at work.
When she discovered she was pregnant, my shaken parents were advised to abort me, from their doctor, their friends, and even family. They made the brave decision to choose life. And that October, they welcomed me into their arms - not as a reminder of trauma, but as a gift born from tragedy. They believed I was worthy of love, and they have proved that love every single day.
Growing up in a society that calls me "a constant reminder", "an exception", and "the product of a crime" was extremely difficult. The shame I felt was isolating and convinced me I was different in the worst possible way - and that my difference made me unworthy.
That shame lost its power when I spoke it out loud. I share my story to challenge our culture of exceptions and to stand for children conceived in violence and their brave mothers.
my story
In 1983, my beautiful mother was attacked by a serial rapist in a random, violent assault while her husband was at work.
When she discovered she was pregnant, my shaken parents were advised to abort me, from their doctor, their friends, and even family. They made the brave decision to choose life. And that October, they welcomed me into their arms - not as a reminder of trauma, but as a gift born from tragedy. They believed I was worthy of love, and they have proved that love every single day.
Growing up in a society that calls me "a constant reminder", "an exception", and "the product of a crime" was extremely difficult. The shame I felt was isolating and convinced me I was different in the worst possible way - and that my difference made me unworthy.
That shame lost its power when I spoke it out loud. I share my story to challenge our culture of exceptions and to stand for children conceived in violence and their brave mothers.