Originally posted by pause4thought
reply to post by Sleuth
What are you saving them for?
I do not believe anyone has the right to deny an individual their life. Or to end it violently.
My mother got preggers her first semester of college in the 50's. She was on track for a medical career like the rest of the family. Obviously, that
didn't pan out. She got the boot and the parents shuffled her off to one of those happy hideaway homes for unmarried, but expectant mommies.
Out pops the kid and up for adoption it goes. Mom's free, right? WRONG. She's damaged goods now because this is the 50's and people can't pop
their heads out of their a**es. Mother Church is breathin' down their necks and crackin' the ole whip.
So, Mum's got to disappear. The parents ship her out of state. She gets married to an abuser who gives her one postage stamp a week to write her
folks and so little money to eat while she's pregnant that she calls my brother The Hershey Bar Kid.
That's right. She survived on shoplifted meat and Hershey bars while she was pregnant with him. It's a wonder he ended up a civil engineer.
Anyway, she has him and the BS continues. Finally, she gets pink-slipped for the furniture, but the old man is still buying his cigarettes and booze
and he's still smacking her around.
She said she had a great view of some mountain out west, but she wasn't going to have it much longer. She got to the point where she was going to
either stab him or leave him. So, she waited for him to fall asleep and she swiped another stamp out of his wallet and wrote her parents. She asked
for a one-way ticket home.
They sent it. She used it.
When she got home she was a different woman. She was very angry. My grandmother said she should have gone straight into psychiatric care but, for
whatever reason, she didn't. I don't think they had the heart to do it to her.
She was very violent and physically and psychologically abusive. She had two more kids over the next few years, my sister and me.
She routinely beat the snot out of us whenever she got pissed off and sometimes for no reason at all. She constantly told us we were worthless and
stupid. I almost lost an eye when she hit me with the business end of a belt. She told me I shouldn't have ducked.
Our eye doctor's daughter was a friend of mine. After that incident she was no longer allowed to associate with me. I was still too young to
We sibs are all middle-aged now and we're all royally screwed up. I've been in therapy for 15 years
and I've been taking head meds just as
long. My brother and my sister refuse to face their demons.
Thing is, O Wise One, countless times over the years, dear old Mum would tell us, and we sincerely believed and wished we could turn back the hands of
time to accommodate her, that if she had had a C H O I C E things would have been SO different
. But she didn't.
And, O Wise One, I can't tell you how many times I wished I'd
been an abortion when my eyes were black or my a** was black or my fingers were
broken or my heart or my mind were Osterized by her tongue.
I can disassociate faster than you can flip a light switch. You don't get there without a little serious mindscrewing. Leap down that
hole some time, then tell me what you know about suffering.
Forty million dead babies? I'll tell you what the number means to me. That's 40,000,000 children who will never know the kind of horror I knew
because their mothers had a C H O I C E
. That's 40,000,000 kids who aren't punching bags for 20 years of their mother's anger and
frustration over dead hopes and shattered dreams.
LONG LIVE ROE VS. WADE
PS: She broke my leg before I hit two, so I'm not talking namby-pamby slap-me-around crap. Understand the seriousness of my post before you reply to
[edit on 9/1/08 by Sleuth]