Yes of course, before the pill in the 60’s I think. So many dreadfully poor browbeaten women often got pregnant every year.
It was atrocious, so I understand why many turned to the old hag with the knitting needle. They could not afford another mouth to feed. But sadly, many women lost their lives due to infections etc.
So many are totally irresponsible, do not use any birth control and then think of abortion, almost as a form of contraception, without understanding, that they are taking a life!
They prance around with placards saying thing like. MY BODY MY CHOICE. The hypocrisy just blows me away.
I have mentioned before, that travelling along my road, (don’t ask how) that I befriended two girls who were prostitutes, we gave them a safe home for a while, as when I had learned their oh so sad life story, I started to love and mother them.
The younger one was just 28 when I first knew her. She was so damaged as she was sexually abused by her bloody Grandfather, who even to this day, is a respected member of a local community. Her parents for whatever reason, turned the other cheek. This is quite common. This girl was an athlete and had a promising future when she was 12.
This was ruined, by the abuse, so, and this is very common in these cases, she turned to drugs and to feed her habit, she became a prostitute.
This is one reason why I will not put all drug addicts in the bin, often they just cannot bear their lives and will turn to anything to dull the pain.
I have met a lot of addicts. None of them just wake up one day and decide to abuse drugs, that is for sure.
So a prostitute she became, by the time I met her, she had given birth to two sons, both who were adopted by the mens mothers. She had also had, well in excess of 20 abortions. She felt like a piece of shit, trapped, literally trapped. She could not understand why I bothered with her. But her story broke my heart and I so wanted to help her. But in the end, it was hopeless, she hooked up with another addict, bore him another son, who his Mother took. I had to let go before this, as I had set boundaries and sadly she broke them.
I still heard about her as another male friend of mine worked in a Salvos recovery centre and she would turn up from time to time. When I found this out, I asked him to give her my love. She remembered me and referred to me as Mama Bear. But now I have lost contact, she could likely be dead now.
The other girl is dead, I cannot bear to even think about her, as it breaks my heart. Her bloody father abused her.
But in a strange sort of way, these girls actions, I understood, but not these ridiculous horrid loud mouth young women, who are just downright irresponsible and THICK and selfish.
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