Simply yet brilliantly written, and powerful beyond words:

At 14, It Was No ‘Gift From God’, Trust Me

My father saw it as his mission to train me in my job as a woman – to sexually please men. I could go into details about the abuse, but that’s not the point of this post. (I spent my early 20s in intense therapy, up to three times a week, and I can say that PTSD is not a life-sentence.) At age 14 my father impregnated me
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Perhaps my ‘magical lady parts’ hadn’t yet learned the whole ‘shut it down’ trick; perhaps I lived in the real world and not in fantasy land. Butin no world and at no time was that fetus a gift from God.

Fortunately for me, my father was only crazy in one way. He liked to have sex with minor girls; he didn’t want them to give birth. He took me to the “abortionist”

The writer goes on to provide a righteous, thorough smackdown of the whole “God meant it to happen” idiocy:

Anyway, that God (should s/he exist) allows evil to happen is unquestionable. That does not make it his/her intent – if you accept that God created free will. If you don’t accept free will then I guess that if I go out and castrate every guy with a glint in his eye that I don’t like that would be God’s gift as well. Bullpucky. As a parent, I allowed my children to climb on monkey bars. That my daughter fell and broke her arm was an accident – not my intent and certainly not my ‘gift’ to her.