When I found out I was pregnant, I was horrified. I wanted to die. I don’t want to be a parent anyway, and I definitely did not want to be a parent as a result of sexual assault. But I was still devastated and heartbroken and terrified and a hundred other things when I miscarried. You’ll probably think that given what I just said, I should have been relieved. Other people said that. But I wasn’t at all. It still hurts to think about how a life was developing inside my body and then it ended. I lost it. And it’s not just that part but also how you lose it. I’m not going to describe graphically a miscarriage: what you physically feel and what you see. You don’t forget that. And you have to deal with so many emotions and thoughts and questions and physical feelings afterwards. And it doesn’t just happen all at once, or on one day, and then it’s over. It affects different women differently but it isn’t easy to deal with. So fuck you.