YANBU to hate that term OP.
But the woman who wrote that first post is not being unreasonable to feel unhappy and upset with the hospital for carrying out an operation without her consent.
By the time I had DS three years ago I had lost our first son to stillbirth and our daughter to prematurity, within just eleven months of each other. I'd had so many examinations and interventions, been induced to give birth to a baby we knew had died and then had an intervention to hurry the birth of a baby we knew would die shortly after her birth.
I'd had failed operation for a cervical stitch to save our daughter and then been told that because they were no longer working to prevent her birth but actively hurrying it on I would have to sign paperwork consenting to a late termination (and even now I can't even type that without crying and feeling like I betrayed her in some way). I refused and they threatened to have me declared mentally unfit to make the decision, make DH agree and do it anyway. So I signed and cried the whole time because I thought they would put 'termination' on her death certificate.
Teams of people saw me ill and bleeding and in various states of undress, every bit of my body had been touched and manipulated and injected. In all three births I was bruised and battered looking afterwards. I'd had forceps to remove the infected placenta that nearly killed me during my daughters birth.
I had another operation for a cervical stitch when I was pregnant with DS and thank god this one worked. But when the stitch was removed it was incredibly painful and difficult and DS's heart rate dropped quickly and dramatically. They were on the point of taking me for a c-section then but luckily we stabilised before they did so. But the doctor removing that stitch had actually shouted at me just before that happened because he didn't believe me when I said their was a pain in my bump and I thought something was wrong. It felt like something had clamped down on my baby and was squeezing us both, I tried to explain, he shouted at me and then the monitor went off and a team of people ran in with those electric shock things that restart hearts.
I spent days in hospital through all three pregnancies, had to explain myself many times to midwives who seemed to resent the special treatment they thought we were getting, sometimes even after they knew why.
And finally, after months of feeling heartbroken and grieving and being ill and bleeding and being public property I finally had my baby.
There are things about DS's birth that I cannot remember or that I remember wrongly (DH and my mum tell me different things to what I thought happened). I didn't even know I'd had my baby (forceps delivery following episiotomy after an 18 hour labour). I was delirious, having a flash back to my daughters birth and very confused about why they had put someone else's baby on my stomach when I hadn't had my own. I demanded to know whose child it was and then said "But it was supposed to be a girl" when I finally accepted it was my baby but a boy. I really thought I was giving birth to our daughter all over again.
And I did feel like I had been through a violent assault but I would never, ever, compare it to being raped. It took me months to be able to look at my body again and months to feel comfortable enough to let DH see me, months to feel able to physically have sex and many months more to actually want to have sex and think I might enjoy it. But I can't even begin to imagine that it compares to being raped because all of those things were done with the intentions of helping me and my baby.
Whatever that woman feels about her experience, and I sympathise very much with her as she feels that it was a traumatic and upsetting one she is struggling to recover from or accept, those other people are still wrong to attach the term rape to it on her behalf. I think that for some people even a 'perfect' or 'textbook' birth can be traumatic so what she went through is understandably hard to come to terms with. But still, that term is wrong.