Every day I wonder what my child would have looked like look like, where would they be now, what amazing things could they be doing. I was young and naive, being abused by an older individual. The clinic didn’t ask any questions, they didn’t ask If I was OK or if I needed help. I was dropped off there by my abuser, and I was handed right back to him after, crying, bleeding and in horrendous pain. He raped me right after to celebrate. There was no after care and I ended up having complications that made it difficult to conceive thereafter. I dropped out of school and became depressed, abused drugs and alcohol for years. I don’t think I ever fully recovered from my experience, even after years of therapy. I wish every day that someone had been there to stop and help me.