CombatPTSD here, not childhood or sexual.
I was just coming out of my last tailspin (5 years of some serious hard living and chaos) when I got pregnant on accident. 3 forms of birth control accident. Pill. Condoms. Spermicide.
The pregnancy was rough, to say the least. High risk (I've lost in the 2nd/3rd trimester before), cancer, & antepardum depression (just like PPD / & postpartum psychosis, wheeee, but while you're knocked up instead of after... I spent over 6 months suicidal -not ideation, but actively suicidal- for at least 1-2 hours a day. Sometimes I could just sit very, very still. Sometimes cuffing myself to the radiator in the bathroom, cause I couldn't hold onto the chair anymore). Bad times. No fun. My body wasn't my own. My head wasn't my own. I was outta control. Literally. Very, very difficult experience.
After my son was born I decided I wanted 5-10 of them. :D
For truth. Looked into clomid & had a plan worked out wih my OB to shoot for multiples, to avoid being pregnant very much.
Kids. Are. Awesome.
Seriously. They are so amazingly spectacular, and the pure joy of being able to show someone else the world? And the hilarity, the frustration (Head. Meet drywall.), the constantly changing targets, the up all hours, the hospital visits, teaching manners, learning languages, gradually increasing levels of responsibility, figuring out solutions to problems, teaching colors with laundry, teaching character, building trust, uncontrollable tears of exhaustion, getting to know who they are as a person, encouraging passions & interests & strengths, nearly losing them, arms flung around your neck in pure love, cannonball head breaking your nose, grass stains, gravity checks, temper tantrums, time outs, decisions decisions decisions... 10,000 lessons... And the lessons work both ways. Teaching my son to be a good person made me a good person. At one point I even did have my 5 for a few years... Kinship care... Of 5 ADHD kids, in a teeny tiny house :) Talk about needing to be on your A-game 24-7!!! So. Much. Fun. And homeschooling at least 1, and 3-5 of them sometimes... School, & away school, & sports, & activities, and thundering herds of lemurs! Talk about bringing order to chaos. I've only been more in my element once in my life.
I never expected to be a parent. I certainly never expected to love it so dearly.
Unfortunately my ex should be no one's father.
Fortunately, I realized that before I got pregnant again.
More fortunately, my ex hates kids. So he stayed away. Until we got divorced.
Unfortunately, he wanted custody, and got it.
So, at this point, it's one & done. I am never, ever, going to be responsible for another child's abuse or death. f*ck that shit. Yes the courts are the ones who granted the prick custody after 9 years of only being in his life long enough (apx 30 days all told) to be deemed both dangerously abusive and neglectful, but I am the one who should be taken out and shot. It was my job to protect him. And I've failed.
Probably not the happy ending you were expecting. I haven't known life to have many happy endings.