My name is Elizabeth and I live in Costa Rica. While attending university I was raped and I
Months passed and I learned my baby is a girl. It was strange because I hated and loved her at the same time. I was confused: how could I love something that came from such a bad act? The days passed and my princess was born. Since I was a little girl, I would say: "When I have a daughter, her name will be Gaudy."
On February 19th, my much-questioned baby was born and to complicate matters, she was delivered by cesarean section. When I woke up from the surgery, God had placed some wonderful nurses to care for me and lovingly they told me: "Look at that pretty girl." Just like that, I fell in love with my daughter. Yes, that little bundle of joy who smiled when I spoke, the one that "ruined" my life, that . . . "That," as I called her when she was inside me.
When I went to see her in the hospital nursery, this little one who I had convinced myself deserved nothing from me, smiled at me and looked upon me with loving eyes. Yes, that baby stole my heart. Thanks to my psychologist and all those who helped me, I am happy, I survived, and I thank God because I have the best gift that life could give me -- my daughter. She is my everything, my little princess.
The act of rape is so bad, but it cannot be healed with yet another act that is equally painful and violating. Abortion will never help a rape victim overcome the trauma and will only make the situation worse.
The same day that those men violated me, they also raped and impregnated my friend Karol, but she decided to abort. At first, she thought that everything would be fine. However, one day the two of us were in a park in San Jose. It was December and my baby was then 10 months old. When we saw each other, we cried a lot. She saw my daughter and began describing to me what the face of hers would have looked like. She shared with me that she could not stop feeling like a killer. She knew that her little girl was not to blame but she understood this truth too late. Everyone told her to abort “that bastard son of a horror.” She had no one to help her with kind words of encouragement. She said to me: "Eli, how I envy you because I will never know how she could’ve been . . . .”
Months later, I went to visit Karol, but to my horror, I found that she had committed suicide. Her mother told me that she was never the same and that the abortion overwhelmed her. I remember my friend as a beautiful and special girl.
We don’t need "butchers" calling themselves doctors. What a victim of rape needs is psychological and emotional support and the aid of professionals -- not the words of people who aggravate the problem. I wish all women had the opportunity to be supported to defend the lives of those who cannot defend themselves. Those children, even from rape, are not to blame!
I do not want to judge. I know how horrible rape is, but aborting will never help. In my
Note: Elizabeth Diaz Navarro originally wrote her story in Spanish for our Save the 1 Spanish division, Salvar El 1, and a member of our Spanish team translated.