I'm so sorry for that... I really can't stand my gender sometimes. Geh.. I can't even understand what that's like. I'm sorry.
I hope you are not burdened with a child unprepared for. But if you do get pregnant... you would deserve infinite respect and be reveled in grace if you were to raise the child. I'm not saying you wouldn't get an abortion, it's your choice, I don't know your standards...
But that would be the surest victory. To raise a fine son or daughter, if you could. If I knew you, and I saw you on the street, I would honestly prostrate myself and kneel before you for such a strong decision; you can't measure the truth in my words now because it extends beyond measure. God knows this pours forth from a heart that affectionately vies to understand.
I know, like Christ, you wish this cup to be taken from you. But if it is not, all of us have duly offered to drink from it as well; oh, if only such empathy were a tangible thing, and we could receive some of your pain.
Know that you are loved. I, myself, say I cherish you! My God, if I could receive your burden, Lady, I would. I love you as one who understands the depth of the word; what's done may be done, and I see only that you are stronger from it. I'm sorry these are only words and nothing for you to hold on to. If I could do more I would--if there is something I might do, let me know.
God loves you. We love you here. If you have a child (did you say? I didn't see), he or she will love you, too. I could say more, but I've said all reasonable; I put my soul, indebted to God, into these words, I promise it, any more and I might break into so many tears.
I will pray for you. I outpour my love, found through Christ, for you. Be infinitely stronger than the animal who attempted to tarnish you; but I find thee, suited in the glittering armor of Our Lord, padded with the protective under garments of your own indiminishable strength and virtue, here and now unstained.