On September 6, 1968 I was carried into the Cambridge City Hospital in Cambridge, Massachusetts,USA. I had been 'raped' nearly a week earlier by what I believe was a hired rapist. I had been drugged and then victimized. At the time, I was around six months pregnant. I was eagerly looking foreward to giving birth to my baby even though I was a 'hippie' and did't know who the father was. I lived in a 'commune' on Broadway, some who lived there worked for a sound recording studio named for its owners: Petrucci and Atwell. The person who carried me into the hospital emergency room was an MIT student. He was very tall, perhaps 6'4', and had kinky blond hair that was long and looked rather afro-like. The doctor that examined me spoke with a foreign accent, possibly Swedish, was very short and blond. I don't know what was done to me, but she said to another doctor that she 'had seen this sort of thing done in Sweden' when an attempted abortion failed. I had lost a lo! t of blood and so I was in and out of full awareness of what was happening to me. I made it clear that I wanted this baby very much and I did not attempt an abortion. I remember becoming conscious in the operating room. A spinal anesthsia was being given to me. I asked what was going on and I was told that they were performing a D&C. From that I assumed that I had lost my baby. I recall just at that time the doctor in charge, a man, saying, 'Uh oh! We have trouble here,' or '... we hav a problem here.' The next thing I recall was a black face mask for general anesthesia being cupped over my nose and mouth. I later woke up in a regular hospital room. No one came to me to tell me what had happened. I was sent home, the next day, I believe, and advised to not let this happen again. Six years ago I met my daughter who was born that day and sent on to Children's Hospital to spend several months in special care. She shows many scars that appear to have been produced by a spoon-like cutting instrument. Her father had, prior to this incident wanted to marry me, but I refused to do so. A couple of days after my daughter's birth, he got home from a trip to Philly to a rock concert and was told of what had happenned. He went to see the baby, had DNA testing done and confirmed that it was our baby. He never told me, but took our daughter to raise. I would like to know anything that anyone can tell me about this series of events. The Father's name is John Robert Hoffer and our daughter's name is Gretchen Zientara Hoffer. Why we are looking for them:I was caused untold grief and heartbreak at the ill treatment of those in the hospital due to their inhumane and unkind treatment of me. I have suffered years of deep depression from not only the crime initially committed on my person, but the betrayal I have experienced from my daughter's father. He had opportunities to communicate to me about having our daughter but I was told the last time I saw him that he had 'a little little secret he would tell me if I would only marry' him. Even now he knows how to contact me, but won't.
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