Posted on 08/15/2012 10:35:00 AM PDT by mojito
If there is one thing that anti-choice activists do that makes me see red, it is when they parade out their poster children: men, women and children who were "targeted for abortion". They tell us "these people would not be alive today if abortion had been legal or if their mothers had made a different choice".
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The narrative that anti-choice crusaders are telling is powerful, moving, and best of all it has a happy ending. It makes the woman who carries to term a hero, and for narrative purposes it hides her maternal failing. We cannot argue against heroic, redemptive, happy-ending fairytales using cold statistics. If we want to keep our reproductive rights, we must be willing to tell our stories, to be willing and able to say, "I love my life, but I wish my mother had aborted me."
An abortion would have absolutely been better for my mother. An abortion would have made it more likely that she would finish high school and get a college education. At college in the late 1960s, it seems likely she would have found feminism or psychology or something that would have helped her overcome her childhood trauma and pick better partners. She would have been better prepared when she had children. If nothing else, getting an abortion would have saved her from plunging into poverty. She likely would have stayed in the same socioeconomic strata as her parents and grandparents who were professors. I wish she had aborted me because I love her and want what is best for her.
Abortion would have been a better option for me. If you believe what reproductive scientists tell us, that I was nothing more than a conglomeration of cells, then there was nothing lost.
(Excerpt) Read more at guardian.co.uk ...
Happy for ya, been there, got the tshirt,,, all BS, they all say life sucks, deal with it. Tried volunteering, wound up washing dishes for lazy black gov employees coming to free lunch. Even posted free AC/heating repair for elderly on Craigslist, got calls from welfare families with many unemployed kids living there, refused the job.Yes I asked who all lived there? Tried volunteering for a hospice, they never called back..
Let me make you some promises: If we are painstaking about this phase of our development, we will be amazed before we are half way through. We are going to know a new freedom and a new happiness. We will not regret the past nor wish to shut the door on it. We will comprehend the word serenity and we will know peace. No matter how far down the scale we have gone, we will see how our experience can benefit others. That feeling of uselessness and self-pity will disappear. We will lose interest in selfish things and gain interest in our fellows. Self-seeking will slip away. Our whole attitude and outlook upon life will change. Fear of people and of economic insecurity will leave us. We will intuitively know how to handle situations which used to baffle us. We will suddenly realize that God is doing for us what we could not do for ourselves. Are these extravagant promises? We think not. They are being fulfilled among us -- sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly. They will always materialize if we work for them
here, you lost me.......
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Got the Bucket List covered, do you?
Even though you are a pro infanticide marxist Lynn, I can't agree with your statement. Matter of fact Lynn, I'll pray for your soul.
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This is one sick article.
I admit, that second man’s story, that he remembers the attempt to abort him in utero was pretty unbelievable.
But then this one goes on and on about what a dreadful life her mother had, and yet bemoans that this same women couldn’t maintain the economic level of her family. Was that the same family that was beating, abusing and molesting her?
This author sounds very troubled. She doesn’t seem to see any joy or happiness in life at all. I can see thinking “my mother should have aborted me” for some time during your teenage years. But by the time you are grown up and a mother yourself you should be a little past that.
She needs help this woman, and probably medication. I suppose her own children are very lucky to be alive. I hope at least THEY can be happy about that.
Liberalism really IS a mental disease.
You mean that’s not satire? This broad is actually serious?
GAK!
Sometimes nothing more needs to be said beyond the plain words of the text.
Yawn! (At the title.) Dog bites man. “I wish my mother hadn’t aborted me”, would have been the news!
Link, please, for the reference to her being a member of a Calvinist church? Not saying it's not there but I don't see it.
You have every right in America to your beliefs, but I'm not the only Freeper who is a Calvinist. If an accusation is going to be made, I want to see documentation that the abusive church of which this woman was a member was actually a Calvinist church of some type. Of course, since I believe in total depravity I am very willing to believe there is some horrible pastor out there in a Reformed church who would do horrible things to kids and young women. I've reported on enough church sex scandals to know that Satan is not absent in the lives of ordained men -- in fact, he just might be working overtime against those in church leadership.
Yeah, what a horror! By the age of fourteen I had been expected to do everything I could to help out for about ten years. I had been walking behind a plow for four years, cutting firewood longer than that, picking cotton for half my life. Gathering and husking corn to feed the stock, gathering the eggs, feeding, milking the cow, the list goes on and on. I actually did get to watch TV and listen to the radio, read interesting books and wear jeans. I suppose I had it made in the shade as we used to say in Carolina but only someone who has grown up spending his summer “vacations” from school walking back and forth across a field behind a plow in the South Carolina sun has any idea of what it was like.
My mother would have strangled anyone who suggested to her that any woman should have an abortion.
Life isn't about having it easy, and being able to afford the toys you want, and doing all the things you want to do. It is about love. Often when things are harder, it is when love thrives.
In the end it isn't about how much materialistic quality our lives were lived under, but rather how much we loved God and each other. Families are places where God ordained love to best be lived out. If her/his mother had aborted her/him she may never of had another child and lived a much lonelier life. Doing the abortion would have left the mom only half a person emotionally, either denying and suppressing the guilt and shame, which often causes mental problems and inability to really experience love, or having to face the horrible fact that she killed her precious baby and live the rest of her life out in sadness and guilt (Which only salvation by Christ can liberate one from.).
The greatest stories in life are the stories of love triumphing in hard circumstances. These stories leave the person who experienced them with a richness that the person who wrote this article apparently has little or no concept of.
...after they read this they're making plans to move without a forwarding address if they have any sense.
Sometimes nothing more needs to be said beyond the plain words of the text.
Same Bible verse occurred to me after reading this article.
” Limbaugh was right; when these people are out of power, they’re pathetic and ridiculous. When they’re in power, they’re lethal and dangerous.”
Thazza fak Jak!
yep, got the aircraftt pilots license, boats, helped the poor, built a house, gave money to church, hiked up mountains, walked the desert, saved a life.
I can say that life is not worth living
oh, by the way, been praying for a heart attack, no answer yet.
I feel much the same way.
Every day above ground just gives me more opportunity to sin and fall short.
Yet God still requires my participation in this meaningless existence, chasing the wind. My punishment . . .
Every day above ground just gives me more opportunity to sin and fall short.
Yet God still requires my participation in this meaningless existence, chasing the wind. My punishment . . .
yea, but thanks to booze, I do have something to look forward to. Tried the Jesus thing, no hope.
my bucket list is down to two naked twenty yr old females feeling magnanimous. :-)
ps, show me a new world without preachers or politicians, and I'll quit drinking!!!!
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