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Abortion and Child Abuse Are Connected

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There is an oblique relationship between adoption and my overall topic of suicide, so please stay with me on this. Child abuse is the link. My last post was about the link between child abuse and suicidal impulses. One of the arguments that pro-abortionists use is that an unwanted child is often an abused child. In my case that is true. My mother and father didn’t want me and I they abused me. However they didn’t know they didn’t want me until after I was born when they discovered I had brown eyes unlike my much beloved blue-eyed sister. (I could never understand why my mother married a brown-eyed man if she didn’t want a brown-eyed child). Oh well, go figure. With advances in technology parents will soon be able to abort based on eye color.

But my point is this. The answer to an unwanted child is adoption not abortion. But abortion advocates began working against adoption very early in their movement and have succeeded in making adoption a negligible option for a mother who can’t or doesn’t want to keep her child. Why? Because the movement true interest is in population control. And often the secret of that movement is that their real goal is in eugenics.

I ran a pregnancy counseling center and a maternity home in the 1990′s. It was privately funded. We were open six days a week and saw nearly a hundred women a week. In the 2 years I was executive director there was not one woman who would give up her baby for adoption. The usual response was that,” I wouldn’t let anyone else raise my child.” This was a direct quote from the sex education courses they took in school. In a delicate way we would basic respond, “you mean you would rather your child died?” and the answer was yes. The pro-abortion lobby still controls the agenda on adoption. Has child abuse decreased? No it has increased. Abortion has coarsened the attitude towards children since i5 has become common. There is one thing I am pretty sure about, if adoption were thriving in this country there would be far fewer abused children than there are today. Why? Because in general, adopted children are wanted children. At the pregnancy center and maternity home where I worked, 98%, of our customers were black. I understood concerns about preserving the culture of the child, but there were enough prospective black adoptive parents that our pregnant mothers could have ensured a black heritage to their baby. This smacks of genocide on the part of the sex-education movement.

The second reason that was given for not carrying a baby to term and letting it be adopted was that “it would ruin my figure.” This is the result of the devaluing of women that has occurred at the same time with the devaluing of children. The young girls and women we saw felt that they would never get a man if they had a baby because there figure would be ruined. Some were wistful at the baby they were losing but none the less felt they had no choice particularly with the boyfriend exerting pressure on them.

So I conclude that Christians have a difficult job ahead reconverting a nation to a positive view of adoption. It is good for children, for families, for people who can’t have babies and most of all for young women and girls who would know they gave their baby a chance. And might I add that it would be good for blacks.

Does Child Abuse Cause Suicide

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Recently I came across a blog by Ed Yong, February 22, 2009 from Discover Magazine. The blog is about the relationship of suicide in later life for victims of child abuse. The blog says the trauma of child abuse can last a lifetime, leading to a higher risk of suicide, anxiety and depression. This link seems obvious, but a group of Canadian scientists have found that it has a genetic basis. It was found that child abuse modifies a gene called NR3C1 that affects a person’s ability to deal with stress. A normal person’s body automatically limits a stress reaction whereas for the victim of childhood abused stress levels go though the roof at any provocation leaving the person at much higher levels of stress than a normal person.

As a child I knew my parents wished I didn’t exist. I spent my childhood terrified of my father’s beatings and threats. My mother would urge him on. To this day I can hear her calling him knowing what he would do to me. I remember the expression on her face as she called him.

Yet the funny thing was that I loved them. I figured they didn’t love me because I wasn’t lovable and I always tried to make them happy. By the time I was six I would come home from school and clean the house and make dinner every night. I didn’t rebel. I think I hoped they would love me if I just did it well enough. I can’t remember a compliment on my work. Eventually I knew they weren’t going to love me and after doing the dishes at night I would go to my room and listen to the radio. They never sought me out for my company with the rest of the family.

My first suicide attempt was at 12 years old. I had several more attempts in my teen years. My parents told me I would never amount to anything. Funny when I was 16 I had the highest IOWA test scores in the state. The school started to look into my life and my parents were more constrained. I graduated from high school just before my seventeenth birthday and left home.

The odd thing was that I did well in my professional life. When I left my parents home I put myself through UCLA in mathematics by waiting tables. After I graduated I had a good career in the new field of computers. Eventually I started a business which I ran for many years.

Having been raised in an atheistic family which believed in social Darwinism I always wished there was a God. At 39 I finally believed in Christ. I finally had something that was rock strong. I began as a Catholic and have tried other churches. Finally I am at peace that I can read the Bible and know God. I learned kindness to others and while that often doesn’t turn out well I have learned I am not responsible for other people’s reactions. Many events and people contribute to helping others.

I believe that what I have gone through has meaning but that only God knows it and perhaps I will know it too someday.

One odd thing I found out in the last few years of my mother’s life is the reason she could never love me was because I had brown eyes. The evils of Social Darwinism at work.