
Originally Posted by
desertgirl
Hi, I've spent like an hour reading all these posts and I am so sorry people have been so insensitive, I dont understand. I dont know if I should really post, its still really hard for me to talk about this. I lost my son when I was 15 and I get comments when I tell people that that its 'a good thing because [i] was so young' or I couldnt take care of him so its good that he's with God and not me. The worst comments Ive ever got came from my mother and father. My mother kicked me out after I came out about abuse in the house and sent me to live in SD with my father (who left us when I was 5)
My mother when I found out I was pregnant and called her 'NOOOOOOO!! Do you have money? Ill send you some for the abortion!' I said 'I'm not having an abortion, I dont believe in it' and she hung up on me
When I was 6 months pregnant my father found a pack of cigarettes in my room (I wasnt smoking at that time but had before) and brought me downstairs, held me down into a chair and shoved the whole pack down my throat, I went into labor that night and my grandmother brought me to urgent care but had to call my father to bring me to ER 60 miles away. He picked me up and I labored all the way there, being shushed from the front seat. Finally at the hospital he just told them I was having stomach pain and they put me in a dark room and my father locked himself in there with me and wouldnt let anyone come in. I gave birth and they took the baby, he died and I have no idea what they ever did with him, I dont even know if he was buried. On the drive home, my son had been dead less then 24 hours and I was numb and my father said 'Because of this stupid pregnancy thing I've wasted more gas then the past year' and 'I hope you didnt tell any of your friends you were ever pregnant, so just tell them you really werent'
I called my mother and told her and she said 'well thats good' when I came back to live with her, she said 'I had 2 miscarriages and I am glad because I would have 6 kids if I didnt, you should be happy, we all are'. My little sister once told me 'your such a sl**, got pregnant by a cripple, no wonder you had a miscarriage' (1st: it wasnt a miscarriage, he was born alive and died, 2nd: I never told my mother who his father was but he wasnt handicapped)
I had a miscarriage when I was 11 and never told anyone but the person who abused me and got me pregnant calls me every name he can think of 'sl**, wh***, spread open' when I have seen him and my mother says I'm a 'sl**' too. I dont talk or see any of these people anymore but as much as my loss still hurts the comments come to me randomly and tear me up inside.