In 1993 I was fairly certain that I had become pregnant after a non-consensual sexual encounter (that part becomes important later).  I remember passing a pregnancy center to and from work on High Street in Columbus, OH and decided one day that I would stop in and confirm my suspicion.  The women were older and seemed nice enough when I walked in.  There were photos of babies and children's magazines throughout but it did not strike me as odd; probably because I had an eighth month old son at home and was used to seeing these things in a doctors office.  When I became uncomfortable and fairly certain that something was not right was when one of these women continued to ask me where the "father" was.  I reluctantly explained that I had not wanted to have sex but that it was forced upon me by the father of my eighth month old son (I completely broke down since this was the first time that I had said it aloud).  I was afraid they would want me to report the rape and I was scared for my life at that point and not planning on going to the authorities.  But they didn't even mention it; of course, I was thankful at the time.  When my test came back positive and I asked to schedule an abortion they asked me, "What about the father... doesn't he have a say?  This baby is his too."  I felt so sick.  I couldn't believe they would say that... the father?  The father was a rapist.  I just grabbed my things and ran out while they attempted to stop me and they continued to ask how I could "kill someone's baby."  I remember I was so angry that I wrote them a letter a few months after I terminated my pregnancy thanking them for helping me make that choice and dropped it by on my way out of town.  Fifteen years later and I still smile at that part.