Cecilia's Journal

[Cecilia's-life]

it seems so strange that you have to get permission to talk to someone. like if you were sitting at the park and she came up and sat next to you nobody would think anything of you having a conversation. well, at least, i sure wouldn't.

anyways, glad you can provide an ear and a shoulder for her to lean on. kudoes.

You are so right. Words of wisdom.

 

[Cecilia's-life]

I’m about to go into the meeting. I really hope I’m able to help her in some way.

 

[Trying2keepitReal]

You got this. The biggest thing to offer is an ear to hear her, a non-judgmental presence and Christ's love.

 

[Cecilia's-life]

she just left. I'll tell you about it later. I need a few hours to process what I just heard.

 

[Trying2keepitReal]

 

[Cecilia's-life]

I wish you could give me a real hug right now.

 

[Cecilia's-life]

I only talked to her for about 2 hours and I feel like all I see is myself looking back at me. Where should I start? My story or hers? Let’s preface it with mine.

I’ve never made super great choices in my life. Even more so as a teen. All those bad choices came crashing down on me at a house party on Sunday, March 31, 2013. I went to my friend’s party like I used to every sunday. It seemed no different than the rest. I was 15, young, happy. Gianna was there with me though we wouldn’t start dating until 6 months after.

I was poured many drinks that night so I couldn’t tell you which contained the rumored “date-rape drug” better known as Rohypnol. I have no memory of what happened after I went upstairs to lay down for a while. What I do remember is waking up next to my “friend” I’d only known for a week. Covered in a “substance” I think we all can guess. I was raped by a man two years older than me. 4 weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I will never forget those 2 lines.
It took me 4 months to tell my parents. They of course already knew. They knew I was gay when I came out too. They know everything. They had no idea how it happened until I told them though.

At 21 weeks and 4 days my dad couldn’t stand to see me in pain anymore and made an appointment at the abortion clinic. Found out the day of, I was having a baby girl. I had felt her move inside me for 3 weeks. Do I regret it? Every single day. But my dad knew it was what I needed. I will never be mad at him for it. I owe him my life.

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This young lady had an oh so similar but vastly different story to mine. She is 17. She is 10 weeks pregnant with her abusive 20 year old “boyfriend”’s child. She had told him she was catholic and saving herself for marriage. She told him “no” more times than she could count. But he never listened. She was repeatedly raped and abused by this man. He threatened to kill her and the very little family she had left. It’s only her and her dad living together now. Her mom committed suicide when she was 2.

She is a good kid, abuse does strange things to you. The one thing I never found out was how she met this man. I know she is keeping the baby. She said it was “her fault and she has to deal with it.” I quickly tried to reassure her that it absolutely was not, to no avail. I know I’m now meeting with her weekly. A form of therapy if you will. I don’t know where we will go from here, but I see great things in her future. This was definitely divine intervention.

 

[Trying2keepitReal]

I only talked to her for about 2 hours and I feel like all I see is myself looking back at me. Where should I start? My story or hers? Let’s preface it with mine.

I’ve never made super great choices in my life. Even more so as a teen. All those bad choices came crashing down on me at a house party on Sunday, March 31, 2013. I went to my friend’s party like I used to every sunday. It seemed no different than the rest. I was 15, young, happy. Gianna was there with me though we wouldn’t start dating until 6 months after.

I was poured many drinks that night so I couldn’t tell you which contained the rumored “date-rape drug” better known as Rohypnol. I have no memory of what happened after I went upstairs to lay down for a while. What I do remember is waking up next to my “friend” I’d only known for a week. Covered in a “substance” I think we all can guess. I was raped by a man two years older than me. 4 weeks later I found out I was pregnant. I will never forget those 2 lines.
It took me 4 months to tell my parents. They of course already knew. They knew I was gay when I came out too. They know everything. They had no idea how it happened until I told them though.

At 21 weeks and 4 days my dad couldn’t stand to see me in pain anymore and made an appointment at the abortion clinic. Found out the day of, I was having a baby girl. I had felt her move inside me for 3 weeks. Do I regret it? Every single day. But my dad knew it was what I needed. I will never be mad at him for it. I owe him my life.

****

This young lady had an oh so similar but vastly different story to mine. She is 17. She is 10 weeks pregnant with her abusive 20 year old “boyfriend”’s child. She had told him she was catholic and saving herself for marriage. She told him “no” more times than she could count. But he never listened. She was repeatedly raped and abused by this man. He threatened to kill her and the very little family she had left. It’s only her and her dad living together now. Her mom committed suicide when she was 2.

She is a good kid, abuse does strange things to you. The one thing I never found out was how she met this man. I know she is keeping the baby. She said it was “her fault and she has to deal with it.” I quickly tried to reassure her that it absolutely was not, to no avail. I know I’m now meeting with her weekly. A form of therapy if you will. I don’t know where we will go from here, but I see great things in her future. This was definitely divine intervention.

It will take a strong shoulder and a stronger heart to walk alongside her but I think you are just the woman to do it.

Everyone has a story, some heavier than others, but we all hold something. Glad you felt comfortable enough to share, it is never easy exposing pieces of our soul.

Hugs!

 

[Cecilia's-life]

It will take a strong shoulder and a stronger heart to walk alongside her but I think you are just the woman to do it.

Everyone has a story, some heavier than others, but we all hold something. Glad you felt comfortable enough to share, it is never easy exposing pieces of our soul.

Hugs!

This is my first time in 8 years I’ve put my complete story down on “paper”

 

[tortoise]

This is my first time in 8 years I’ve put my complete story down on “paper”