My 'Friend' Raped, Impregnated And Almost Killed Me

This is not my burden to carry, it's yours.

Last updated on Apr 15, 2024

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I wrote this letter to the man who raped me and left it on his desk at work. Like many sexual assault victims, I knew my attacker. This is a bill. It’s for the emergency helicopter flight I took from the remote hiking trail I was on to the hospital after my (then unknown) ectopic pregnancy ruptured. I’ve already paid over $600 for the hospital stay, the surgery, the recovery and follow-up, and the pain medication. I also paid more than $600 in December alone for therapy for the PTSD that resulted from the whole thing.


To my rapist:

If my egg and your sperm had resulted in the birth of a living, breathing baby, you would owe me at least half of the costs for child support. So why should I pay 100 percent of the healthcare costs resulting from the ectopic pregnancy that nearly killed me in the process?

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In less than two weeks, I’ll be taking disability leave from work. Two months, at least. I’m doing this to deal with the PTSD. And I’m writing you this letter because I don’t want to start this year the same way I spent last year: Scared. Terrified to see you, hear you, think about you. Too afraid to cross you in the office to go to the bathroom because I don’t want you to look at me. I have nothing to be afraid of. You do.




I had planned on writing a more friendly note, a non-accusatory one, so that you would have a chance to respond, maybe to apologize. But then I realized that you had a chance, and you didn’t do it. I gave you that chance to be sorry when I got back to work after my 3 days in the hospital and 3-week recovery. When I told you what I’d been through — the pain, the helicopter, the surgery, the almost dying. That it had been your “baby” and that I wouldn’t have been intimate with you if I had been sober. If I had had a choice. That was when I expected you to be sorry. To admit that you felt terrible I’d been through so much, and to agree that you made a mistake.

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But you didn’t. Remember what you said? “You’re still a good egg.” You told me I was still a good egg. Which implied that there was some reason I might not be a good egg. Like I had done something wrong, instead of you. The only things I did wrong were to 1.) Drink too much and 2.) Trust you. I thought you were safe to drink around, to be drunk around. But you weren’t. It took me a long time to accept that you did an awful thing. But you did. You did not act like the nice guy everyone thinks you are.




Do you know what my boyfriend would have done if I got that drunk around him? He would have put me to bed with a glass of water and a bucket by my head. My guy friend who was with us that night would have made sure I had a safe place to sleep if I had been at his house. He would have left me alone. Neither of them would have done what you did nor would any of my guy friends. No one decent would do that.

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I remember you lightly slapping my face, saying, “Stay with me, stay with me.” I remembered that as the EMTs were carrying me down the mountain on a stretcher. I kept wanting to close my eyes and go to sleep. But they wouldn’t let me, because I was bleeding out. One of the rescue guys kept saying, “Stay with me.” Except, unlike you, he cared what happened to me. You didn’t care, not then, not when I told you, and probably not now.


You didn’t care about what your decisions would put me through. Are still putting me through. I wasn’t even a factor in your decisions, and I was in no shape to decide things for myself. You took it upon yourself to decide things for me. You decided I wanted to be intimate with you. You decided I wouldn’t mind if you didn’t use a condom. You decided it would be okay for you to finish inside of me, not knowing if I was on birth control. Because whatever happened after, you didn’t care. It would be my problem, not yours. Well, it’s not my problem anymore. I’m giving it back to you. Because it’s yours to deal with. This is your rape, not mine.

Sexual abuse is very common.

RAINN reports that every 68 seconds, an American is a victim of sexual violence. Females are far more likely to be abused and assaulted, and 90% of victims who are adults are women. This is especially prevalent among women who also happen to be college students, which makes their risk three times greater.

Anyone affected by sexual assault can find support on the National Sexual Assault Hotline, a safe, confidential service.

Contact The Hotline or call 800-656-HOPE (4673) to be connected with a trained staff member.

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Shay Castle is a journalist, blogger, and freelance writer. She has been featured in Boulder Weekly, Daily Camera, Longmont Times-Call, Loveland Reporter-Herald, Colorado Daily, Broomfield Enterprise, Colorado Newsline, and more.