A book I read recently was Room. The story is written from the perspective of a 5-year old boy who lived with his mother in one room where they were captives. The mom had been there for many years, and the boy was the result of the mother’s rape by her captor. In that one room the mother had created a world for herself and her son.
When they finally escaped, the mother’s father had a hard time even looking at the boy because the boy was the product of the rape of his daughter. .... A news reporter asked her if she felt her captor had ever cared for his son. The mother said, “Jack’s nobody’s son but mine.”
I believe it was Rachel McNair who pointed out that the way people talk about women "carrying the rapist's child" really treats the woman like nothing more than the soil in which the man sows his seed. How much power are we giving to the rapist if we allow him to override and negate the woman's bond with a child who is just as much hers as his -- more so, since it is she who can, through her love and nurturing, shape the person that child grows to be.