It has taken me 15 years to be able to put my story on paper. I thank my wonderful husband for encouraging me to do so. In December 1992 I was a 22 yr old almost college graduate. I was raped during our college Christmas formal and left school 4 months shy of graduation. I moved in with friends who had graduated, telling them and my parents that I had graduated early. I met a young man shortly afterwards and we became very serious, very quickly. Two month later, I was pregnant. I told my parents six months later. They picked me up and brought me home. I was an embarrasment to my parents and they quickly arranged for me to place my soon-to-child for adoption. My other choice was to be disowned. On January 2, 1994 my son was born. I saw him for a day. He was then adopted by a lovely couple who were unable to have a child of there own. Since then, I have married a wonderful man and I am a mother of two amazing children, age 11 and 9. However, not a day goes by that I don't think of the liittle boy that I gave up. I named him William James and his adoptive parents named him Garrett James. 15 years letter the pain is still intense and I am looking for a way to stop the pain.