I was beaten and raped 12 years ago.
He had come to my house 'to visit', he came on to me, I tried to make a joke of it, he got angry and started to hit me, then he raped me.
When it was happening I knew I was going to die, I didn't think it, I knew it. All I could think of was "Please don't let my ds find my body in the morning, God please", (Ds was asleep upstairs, dd was sleeping at a friends). I don't remember much more, just flashes.
I must have blacked out, the next thing I remember was the front door closing, I got up and locked it and sat in front of the door hoping and praying that he wouldn't come back. As it got light I ran a bath and scrubbed and scrubbed.
Morning came, ds woke up and I was just so pleased to be alive for him I ?buried? what had happened and tried to carry on as normal. I had a split lip, was bruised all over. I had no family to notice and hiding away from my friends was easy.
Three weeks later I realised I was still throwing up, I went to the Dr, she did a pregnancy test and it was positive, I was so distraught she pressed me to tell her what had a happened, I told her, she examined me, told me that two of my ribs had been broken too. She offered me emergency counseling, I couldn't face it. She asked me about reporting it, again, I couldn't face it. I didn't think I would be believed despite the injuries. I felt stupid because I had let him in to my home, embarrassed that people might find out what he had done to me. I didn't want my children to know what had happened.
I didn't keep the baby, I regretted not having the emergency counseling, in some ways I feel guilty not reporting it but the conviction rate is so bad, why would I have wanted to put myself through a trial and risk my children finding out what had happened? Even if he had been convicted he probably would have only got a three month sentence at best, my sentence lasted for years struggling to come to terms with it.