I am torn. In the post "Do You Know Me?" I had mentioned that a friend expressed an interest in posting some of my posts/about my blog at their church's Facebook page. I am somewhat leaning that way. But still not ready to do that, yet. They would not reveal me as the writer. But I am still apprehensive about being "recognized." I would like to think that if anyone were to realize it was written by me they would not judge or think less of me. And hopefully they would not ask me about it, nor ask the friend if it is me.
Even though there have been times I have considered posting a new post to my Facebook I don't think I am able to do that. I would still post as though it were just something I came across online. Which wouldn't be too far off. As I do post about pro-life issues. Yet my friends, and family too would wonder why not only I was posting a story about "a woman who has had abortions" but that the whole blog was the telling of the "woman who has had the abortions" from her own view.
I have one friend who is not only adamantly pro-life, but can also be harsh towards women who have had abortions. This person once posted to Facebook an article about Norma McCorvey, "Jane Roe" from the Roe v. Wade Supreme Court case. They called her a b&**% and said that "she should rot in hell." Funny thing is, that the article they posted was from a pro-life website where she was talking about revealing her connection to Roe v. Wade, how she is now pro-life and her activism to stopping abortion. Did "FB Friend" even read the article or watch the accompanying video?
Of course I could block this person from seeing any of the posts. But I still, how would others react? I know I have other pro-life friends. And they have posted pro-life related items. While their reactions are not quite as extreme as above described person, they have expressed a dislike for women having abortions and not understanding how someone could have abortions. Although, they have not alluded to a dislike for the women themselves. But I do wonder what is in their hearts?
I did talk today with the friend who is the administrator of their church's Facebook page about possibly revealing the blog, but not my "real name." They said it would be up to me and would not do anything without me expressly giving the go ahead. This is something I would have to think long and hard about and DEFINITELY pray over before I made a decision. Once I go forward, I can't go back. Plus, I would not want to put them in the compromising situation of having to answer any questions should someone ask "about the author of "Abortions Sucks!".
Tuesday, May 26, 2015
Multi-Gemstone Pro-Life Rosary Bracelet
At the retreat I was given a few gifts from some of the retreat leaders. Some of them were gifts of the same thing that were given to each attendee. Some were individual gifts given to me. Most of them were saint medals and charms for jewelry. I am sure others were given "personalized" gifts.
I am not sure, but I think the reason I was given so many medals is because I told someone at the retreat that I had wanted to bring my full Rosary that also had an Untier of Knots center, but left it at home. And I also told them about the bracelet. Since the place of the retreat was held at a Catholic retreat center there were many Christian images, such as Jesus (of course), Mary (of course), Joseph, well known saints, popes and such. I had asked them if they knew if one of the images was the Undoer of Knots, somewhere. Just to look at and bring some comfort. Wouldn't you know it?! That person also had a medal of the Untier of Knots! They give it to me. And said I could keep it. Which was very nice. I thought I would add it to my bracelet when I came home.
Others at the retreat had heard about this. Then they gave me some charms, at different breaks/after sessions during the retreat. They had said that the priest who was there as the spiritual leader had blessed them. So I am not sure if they asked him to bless them with me in mind or not. So I decided I would add those to my bracelet also.
During my stay at the local hotel in the town of the retreat, not having anything to do with the retreat, I felt lead to make a completely new bracelet inspired by the retreat. The bracelet would be inspired by the wonderful persons I met. Since there was ten of us, myself included, it was the perfect number for a full decade! Of course I won't tell how each person inspired me, but I will say that each different and individual bead was chosen by all the wonderful qualities of each attendee. Please read below about the charms and choosing of the Crucifix, Our Father Bead, and main medal.
Each bead is a genuine gemstone. Medals and charms given to me are Mary Untier of Knots, Our Lady of Fatima, tag that says "blessed," and St. Therese of the Little Flower. The charms are foot prints, baby carriage, and a teddy bear holding a bouquet of flowers; that I already had.
I had chosen the Pope Francis cross for the Crucifix, for the simple of humbleness of it. As a reminder of Jesus being The Shepherd leading his flock who doesn't forget a one of us who stumbles and becomes lost. I choose a large crimson colored bead as the Our Father bead, as a symbol of Jesus' blood shed on the cross; for all us sinners. The main medal is Mary of the Streets. Chosen for the humility and unpretentiousness. According to this Wikipedia link the image was not originally intended as religious. But so evoked the thought of Mary holding baby Jesus.
I only wear this bracelet at home. I want to avoid anyone asking me about it. I have no problem with anyone noticing the other one. If someone were to ask about it, I could just say I made it because of my pro-life views, without mentioning my having had the abortions. This one it might would be more difficult to avoid that in the explanation.
Sunday, May 24, 2015
Should I Go to Church?
This is a post that I originally started in the Daily Thoughts Page, but I started getting long winded and decided to make it into a post.
It is after midnight already, so I guess that makes today Sunday already. As I have stated, I do not have issues with God or Christianity. Or at least not now. But I do have issues with church itself. I have said that I am a member of a local Protestant church that I really don't attend. I would like to get back to attending church. But the thought of going does give me anxiety. Should I go to the church I am a member of? A different Protestant church? But which one? A Catholic church? Which I am somewhat considering.
The issue is that the church, the denomination as a whole, that I am a member of is known for it's liberal leanings. Their "official" statement on abortion is rather wishy washy and worded so the member/reader can take the meaning to however they want. But basically they are so called "pro-choice" in their dealings and actions.
I am a single woman. Never been married. No prospects on the horizon. The idea of marital status in most churches is that you need to be married, to be taken seriously. This even in the more liberal churches that "champion" gay marriage, homosexuality, and/or abortion; with a "meh" attitude towards premarital sex.
I feel that even in the church I belong to if I were to proclaim "I am a proud lesbian who has had multiple abortions. No regrets! My body, my choice!" I would be taken more seriously than being unmarried, heterosexual, conservative and pro-life.
Many of the churches that are known as pro-life and traditional family/marriage will look akin to a woman who is unmarried. Yet, not really so much towards unmarried men. The attitude is that the men are just not ready or something. But unmarried women are to be pitied. There must be something wrong with her. Maybe she's a promiscuous feminist.
Whether the church is liberal or conservative, women are expected to be married, unless they are gay. You will only be expected to be taken seriously if you can physically give them future members or pew sitters. Oh gosh, and the gossip. No one will talk to you, but will make up stories about you left and right.
Yes, I know, the focus should be on Christ. I am being guided in this area in finding a Christ centered Bible based church. But still, isn't community supposed be part of the church? If that is the fact, then shouldn't all Christians be accepted into the church community, regardless of their station in life?
It is after midnight already, so I guess that makes today Sunday already. As I have stated, I do not have issues with God or Christianity. Or at least not now. But I do have issues with church itself. I have said that I am a member of a local Protestant church that I really don't attend. I would like to get back to attending church. But the thought of going does give me anxiety. Should I go to the church I am a member of? A different Protestant church? But which one? A Catholic church? Which I am somewhat considering.
The issue is that the church, the denomination as a whole, that I am a member of is known for it's liberal leanings. Their "official" statement on abortion is rather wishy washy and worded so the member/reader can take the meaning to however they want. But basically they are so called "pro-choice" in their dealings and actions.
I am a single woman. Never been married. No prospects on the horizon. The idea of marital status in most churches is that you need to be married, to be taken seriously. This even in the more liberal churches that "champion" gay marriage, homosexuality, and/or abortion; with a "meh" attitude towards premarital sex.
I feel that even in the church I belong to if I were to proclaim "I am a proud lesbian who has had multiple abortions. No regrets! My body, my choice!" I would be taken more seriously than being unmarried, heterosexual, conservative and pro-life.
Many of the churches that are known as pro-life and traditional family/marriage will look akin to a woman who is unmarried. Yet, not really so much towards unmarried men. The attitude is that the men are just not ready or something. But unmarried women are to be pitied. There must be something wrong with her. Maybe she's a promiscuous feminist.
Whether the church is liberal or conservative, women are expected to be married, unless they are gay. You will only be expected to be taken seriously if you can physically give them future members or pew sitters. Oh gosh, and the gossip. No one will talk to you, but will make up stories about you left and right.
Yes, I know, the focus should be on Christ. I am being guided in this area in finding a Christ centered Bible based church. But still, isn't community supposed be part of the church? If that is the fact, then shouldn't all Christians be accepted into the church community, regardless of their station in life?
Which is the Real Punishment; Baby or Abortion?
I was thinking about the comment President Barack Obama made regarding not wanting his daughters to be "punished with a baby," in 2008, during his first presidential election.
While I try to leave political views out of my posts I believe in looking at all angles of an issue. I am not one to get my information from just one source or the other. I refuse to focus on information that leans to one agenda or the other. So I decided to refresh myself with the segment of his speech through a Google search. Supposedly, he wasn't talking about abortion or supporting getting abortions for his daughters. I watched the video clip, read the "explanations" from both sides. Yeah, it's rather iffy and can be taken either way; depending on what the person's view is already. Typical of most politicians. I will let you click the Google search here and decide on your own. Either way, the attitude of being "punished with a baby" seems to be within the pro-abortion side.
This got me to thinking; in comparison to a pregnancy or abortion, which is really the punishment? A baby is a gift. Not a gift from the woman's husband or boyfriend (or fill in other possibilities). But she is a gift from God. Would you take a gift from a friend or beloved family member and say "gee thanks, I really like this, but not right now or not ever" and then tear it up and throw it in the trash?
Remember, I have had abortions also, so I am not judging. Just reflecting and looking back.
I am reminded of when I was in the third grade, being the latchkey kid that I was, while my mom was at work I snuck into her closet to find two Cabbage Patch dolls that she was holding until Christmas. I guess I had misbehaved in school or didn't do my homework or something. So she took one of the dolls back. After opening Christmas presents that year I looked around asking my mom where the other doll was. Oops. She asked me why I thought there was another doll. I had to tell her. She was mad.
Here's my point. Kids get presents from their parents. When they misbehave the parents sometimes take away the gift. There is a similarity to that and abortion, especially when the mother is forced or coerced. Maybe even when the mother was in full decision of the abortion, whether she let anyone know about it. Whether there is pressure from family, boyfriend/husband, friends, or society they are the ones who are telling the woman that "she is a bad little girl" and should have her gift taken away as her punishment. She doesn't deserve to have the baby. Yet, it is packaged as the pregnancy being the punishment. Again, even for the woman who made the decision on her own, she too is being punished by society. Due to society's view on pregnancy during "imperfect circumstances" and abortion.
*I don't quite recall if the actual word "punishment" was used during the "family intervention" but I do remember the allusion to the "fact" that continuing a pregnancy would be a "punishment."
When making the comparisons to parents taking away a gift and pressure to abort it is almost like these YouTube videos out there where parents hammer out or shoot up a kid's expensive tech item such as iPhone, iPad, laptop, Xbox, etc. Kid misused the privilege, that comes along with such tech objects, given to them. So the parents destroy the object, while the kid can do nothing but witness the destruction. Never again to be in a useable condition or to be seen anymore.
Which is quite similar to abortion being used as a punishment. The child is destroyed. Never to be loved. Never to be held. Never for the parents to see or hear his firsts; words, crawling, walking, eating solids, attending school, extracurricular activities, marriage, family of their own. The mother of the aborted child is there to witness the destruction. There is nothing she can do to stop it. Afterwards she just stares at the destruction, not able to anything but cry. Maybe not now, but possibly later.
I have always thought these videos of the parents destroying their kids' high end toys are dumb. The parents could hold onto the toy until the kid straightens up. Give it to charity. Sell it on eBay. Do something where the item is not destroyed and can still be used.
Same with a child where the mother is currently unable take care of the child. She should be encouraged to carry the pregnancy to terms. Her family should be there to support her and the child, given resources on being able to care for the child while being raised by her. If there is no way to do that perhaps someone could step up and take care of the child until the mother is in a situation to raise the child herself. If there is no one able to do that for her then encourage adoption.
Of course a child can not completely be compared to an inanimate object. That is where the similarities differ. Yes, when the Xbox or whatever is being destroyed the kid is going to be upset and cry. But they will not look back years or decades away and mourn for the object that was destroyed. They may possibly realize they were dumb for doing whatever it was that caused the destruction of the object.
As for the abortion she will look back at the abortion and regret it. Regret that there is no way to bring back the child. She may even regret partaking in the action that got her pregnant. Of course I am looking at this from the perspective of a woman who was unmarried at the time. I do realize that there are women who are married at the time of their pregnancies,who abort. My empathy goes out to them, whatever the situation.
Another difference between the parents who destroy inanimate objects and abortions is that the tech gadget is a gift from the earthly parents. While a baby is a gift from God, our Heavenly Father. The gift from the parents is destroyed by the parents who gave them the gift. The gift from God is NOT destroyed by The Father who gave the gift to the family. But is destroyed by the world and the culture.
This is something I am finally coming to terms with. At the time of my first abortion I came to "the 'realization' that there was no God." I never knew I had that thought until sometime last year, in 2014.
*Recent additions after editing
While I try to leave political views out of my posts I believe in looking at all angles of an issue. I am not one to get my information from just one source or the other. I refuse to focus on information that leans to one agenda or the other. So I decided to refresh myself with the segment of his speech through a Google search. Supposedly, he wasn't talking about abortion or supporting getting abortions for his daughters. I watched the video clip, read the "explanations" from both sides. Yeah, it's rather iffy and can be taken either way; depending on what the person's view is already. Typical of most politicians. I will let you click the Google search here and decide on your own. Either way, the attitude of being "punished with a baby" seems to be within the pro-abortion side.
This got me to thinking; in comparison to a pregnancy or abortion, which is really the punishment? A baby is a gift. Not a gift from the woman's husband or boyfriend (or fill in other possibilities). But she is a gift from God. Would you take a gift from a friend or beloved family member and say "gee thanks, I really like this, but not right now or not ever" and then tear it up and throw it in the trash?
Remember, I have had abortions also, so I am not judging. Just reflecting and looking back.
I am reminded of when I was in the third grade, being the latchkey kid that I was, while my mom was at work I snuck into her closet to find two Cabbage Patch dolls that she was holding until Christmas. I guess I had misbehaved in school or didn't do my homework or something. So she took one of the dolls back. After opening Christmas presents that year I looked around asking my mom where the other doll was. Oops. She asked me why I thought there was another doll. I had to tell her. She was mad.
Here's my point. Kids get presents from their parents. When they misbehave the parents sometimes take away the gift. There is a similarity to that and abortion, especially when the mother is forced or coerced. Maybe even when the mother was in full decision of the abortion, whether she let anyone know about it. Whether there is pressure from family, boyfriend/husband, friends, or society they are the ones who are telling the woman that "she is a bad little girl" and should have her gift taken away as her punishment. She doesn't deserve to have the baby. Yet, it is packaged as the pregnancy being the punishment. Again, even for the woman who made the decision on her own, she too is being punished by society. Due to society's view on pregnancy during "imperfect circumstances" and abortion.
*I don't quite recall if the actual word "punishment" was used during the "family intervention" but I do remember the allusion to the "fact" that continuing a pregnancy would be a "punishment."
When making the comparisons to parents taking away a gift and pressure to abort it is almost like these YouTube videos out there where parents hammer out or shoot up a kid's expensive tech item such as iPhone, iPad, laptop, Xbox, etc. Kid misused the privilege, that comes along with such tech objects, given to them. So the parents destroy the object, while the kid can do nothing but witness the destruction. Never again to be in a useable condition or to be seen anymore.
Which is quite similar to abortion being used as a punishment. The child is destroyed. Never to be loved. Never to be held. Never for the parents to see or hear his firsts; words, crawling, walking, eating solids, attending school, extracurricular activities, marriage, family of their own. The mother of the aborted child is there to witness the destruction. There is nothing she can do to stop it. Afterwards she just stares at the destruction, not able to anything but cry. Maybe not now, but possibly later.
I have always thought these videos of the parents destroying their kids' high end toys are dumb. The parents could hold onto the toy until the kid straightens up. Give it to charity. Sell it on eBay. Do something where the item is not destroyed and can still be used.
Same with a child where the mother is currently unable take care of the child. She should be encouraged to carry the pregnancy to terms. Her family should be there to support her and the child, given resources on being able to care for the child while being raised by her. If there is no way to do that perhaps someone could step up and take care of the child until the mother is in a situation to raise the child herself. If there is no one able to do that for her then encourage adoption.
Of course a child can not completely be compared to an inanimate object. That is where the similarities differ. Yes, when the Xbox or whatever is being destroyed the kid is going to be upset and cry. But they will not look back years or decades away and mourn for the object that was destroyed. They may possibly realize they were dumb for doing whatever it was that caused the destruction of the object.
As for the abortion she will look back at the abortion and regret it. Regret that there is no way to bring back the child. She may even regret partaking in the action that got her pregnant. Of course I am looking at this from the perspective of a woman who was unmarried at the time. I do realize that there are women who are married at the time of their pregnancies,who abort. My empathy goes out to them, whatever the situation.
Another difference between the parents who destroy inanimate objects and abortions is that the tech gadget is a gift from the earthly parents. While a baby is a gift from God, our Heavenly Father. The gift from the parents is destroyed by the parents who gave them the gift. The gift from God is NOT destroyed by The Father who gave the gift to the family. But is destroyed by the world and the culture.
This is something I am finally coming to terms with. At the time of my first abortion I came to "the 'realization' that there was no God." I never knew I had that thought until sometime last year, in 2014.
*Recent additions after editing
Friday, May 22, 2015
Daily Thoughts are Out!
Yesterday I talked about adding random thoughts that come to me throughout the day that are too long for Twitter but too short for a blog post. I added a page called Daily Thoughts where I will be periodically adding a few thoughts as they come to me. If you are a regular reader or new reader you can click the link at the top right of the page when you visit my musings.
7 Absurd Planned Parenthood Tweets
From the category of "if weren't so pathetic it would be funny, sort of," going through my Twitter feed I came across this link to a Christian Post article with screen shots of Planned Parenthood tweets. Basically it is the usual drivel you would expect from them and the pro-abortion crowd.
7 Absurd Planned Parenthood Tweets
1. The only person who matters, when having an abortion, is "me."
2. Sixty percent of voters are opposed to late term abortions?
3. Planned Parenthood loves Moms
4. Bring back our girls.
5. Use condoms every time.
6. Protecting your character on prom night is despicable.
To view the article with the screenshots and author's commentary click here.7. Women need abortions for Valentine's Day.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Straight Talk
Still writing from the sick bed today. Drinking hot tea with honey. And that is fine. It is already known I have a Twitter account. As Twitter only allows up to 140 characters sometimes I have thoughts that are more than 140 characters, yet those thoughts are rather short for a blog post. So I may just start a series of "Daily Twitter Thoughts." Just a running rambling of thoughts on my mind.
I want to be able to do this so as it doesn't come of boring. I also don't want to come off as a "crazy cat lady." I need to be careful with my words. As has been stated, I hope and pray for the ongoing story of my journey to be a help to others who have gone through the same things as me; along with preventing someone else to be in the position I currently am in. Or those who know someone who has had an abortion or possibly may have.
If I look crazy to those in the past experience camp, they may think they are crazy for their feelings. If I look crazy to those in the considering camp they will just assume my situation is an anomaly and they could never be weird like me. Anyways, I am going to try to figure out how to do this.
I want to be able to do this so as it doesn't come of boring. I also don't want to come off as a "crazy cat lady." I need to be careful with my words. As has been stated, I hope and pray for the ongoing story of my journey to be a help to others who have gone through the same things as me; along with preventing someone else to be in the position I currently am in. Or those who know someone who has had an abortion or possibly may have.
If I look crazy to those in the past experience camp, they may think they are crazy for their feelings. If I look crazy to those in the considering camp they will just assume my situation is an anomaly and they could never be weird like me. Anyways, I am going to try to figure out how to do this.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Still Healing and Recovering
Warning: The following is a bit disjointed. Firing out thoughts as they come. No rhythm or concise order of anything.
Been debating writing about this. As was stated I attended a Rachel's Vineyard Retreat about 3 weekends ago. Oddly it seems longer ago than that. Yet, it seems more recent. I have been doing that for the past year or so, since "*coming to terms" with the abortions.
*Really, can one truly come to terms with an abortion? I don't know. I can't answer that. No matter how much support one has from a confident(s), retreats, online groups, prayer, Bible reading, etc "automatic healing" will not take place. All I can do is trust in Christ. Yes, it's an uphill battle. One that I must climb everyday and trust in God. Look, I don't have all the answers. I just know I am going to fall. Heck sometimes even go snowball rolling down that hill. I know when I do fall to get on my knees and pray. Even before starting up the hill to get on my knees and prayer. Regardless of my mood. Do I always heed my own advice? No! But I must keep persevering.
Looks like I kind of went off track. Let's get back to the subject. So the reason, or one reason, I debated writing about this is that I was afraid of possibly coming off as saying that the retreat didn't help me. It did. Believe me. I don't want the following to be a discouragement to those who may be considering attending a retreat. Whether you are in the look-up stage or making plans to attend a specific retreat in your area or somewhere else; I want to tell you that despite any of your fears it really truly is a healing experience. Or part of the healing experience.
Currently, I am writing from my "sick bed." Not really like I have the flu or something. Just tired. Don't want to do anything right now. Playing Christian/Gospel/Hymn music. Reading from the Bible. Praying the rosary. May read a few verses from the Book of Psalms. Checking out the Twitter feed. Of course writing too. Playing online games, just to release some stress.
Although I am currently not at the point I was when I "discovered" that I had the abortions. That time was horrible. All I did was lay around, desiring to cry yet the tears would not flow, lay in a fetal position, wishing the world would go away. I have made some progress in that time.
I have been somewhat lethargic since coming home from the retreat. The leaders did state to take it easy when getting home and not be wonder-woman. I did try to heed that advice. But at the same time I felt like I had so much in my life and home that were neglected during my reflection time. I thought I could come home and do all kinds of spring cleaning and DIY projects. But I was also being careful not to overdo things. I would wake up, drink my coffee, sit and stare, think about the things I needed to do. I thought "the next cup of coffee will give me the energy to do things." Nope. After finishing a day of doing nothing,except for maybe the basics I would go to bed feeling defeated and lazy.
Finally, I have just collapsed. I am laying on the couch propped up by a throw pillow and a bed pillow. Doing nothing. And that is fine!I don't know how long I will be on my sick bed. And that is fine. I am not going to schedule the time I will be on the sick bed. And that is fine. I am not going to schedule things I need to do. And that is fine.
There is a photo on the sidebar along with the same photo at the top of the blog that is of the prayer and meditation shrine in memorial of my girls, Anastasia and Hanelore. I have it set up in my kitchen. It is a nice spot to be able to remind me to look to God in all my sorrows and joys. Have my devotions and prayer time there. Feel as though I have my daughters near me during meal and prep times. I am not at the point where I set a place and meals for them. Yet, I think it is now time to take down the shrine and put the memory items in a safe and secure spot, to be able to look at when I need to.
Although my hoarding issues seem to get in the way of that. Don't know why but in some ways it feels as though I am getting rid of my daughters again. Possibly as though I am "hiding them." These are issues I need to work on.
Point is; there is no one true miracle that is going to all of a sudden make my emotions be all Maria from The Sound of Music dancing in a field of flowers. And that too is fine!
Been debating writing about this. As was stated I attended a Rachel's Vineyard Retreat about 3 weekends ago. Oddly it seems longer ago than that. Yet, it seems more recent. I have been doing that for the past year or so, since "*coming to terms" with the abortions.
*Really, can one truly come to terms with an abortion? I don't know. I can't answer that. No matter how much support one has from a confident(s), retreats, online groups, prayer, Bible reading, etc "automatic healing" will not take place. All I can do is trust in Christ. Yes, it's an uphill battle. One that I must climb everyday and trust in God. Look, I don't have all the answers. I just know I am going to fall. Heck sometimes even go snowball rolling down that hill. I know when I do fall to get on my knees and pray. Even before starting up the hill to get on my knees and prayer. Regardless of my mood. Do I always heed my own advice? No! But I must keep persevering.
Looks like I kind of went off track. Let's get back to the subject. So the reason, or one reason, I debated writing about this is that I was afraid of possibly coming off as saying that the retreat didn't help me. It did. Believe me. I don't want the following to be a discouragement to those who may be considering attending a retreat. Whether you are in the look-up stage or making plans to attend a specific retreat in your area or somewhere else; I want to tell you that despite any of your fears it really truly is a healing experience. Or part of the healing experience.
Currently, I am writing from my "sick bed." Not really like I have the flu or something. Just tired. Don't want to do anything right now. Playing Christian/Gospel/Hymn music. Reading from the Bible. Praying the rosary. May read a few verses from the Book of Psalms. Checking out the Twitter feed. Of course writing too. Playing online games, just to release some stress.
Although I am currently not at the point I was when I "discovered" that I had the abortions. That time was horrible. All I did was lay around, desiring to cry yet the tears would not flow, lay in a fetal position, wishing the world would go away. I have made some progress in that time.
I have been somewhat lethargic since coming home from the retreat. The leaders did state to take it easy when getting home and not be wonder-woman. I did try to heed that advice. But at the same time I felt like I had so much in my life and home that were neglected during my reflection time. I thought I could come home and do all kinds of spring cleaning and DIY projects. But I was also being careful not to overdo things. I would wake up, drink my coffee, sit and stare, think about the things I needed to do. I thought "the next cup of coffee will give me the energy to do things." Nope. After finishing a day of doing nothing,except for maybe the basics I would go to bed feeling defeated and lazy.
Finally, I have just collapsed. I am laying on the couch propped up by a throw pillow and a bed pillow. Doing nothing. And that is fine!I don't know how long I will be on my sick bed. And that is fine. I am not going to schedule the time I will be on the sick bed. And that is fine. I am not going to schedule things I need to do. And that is fine.
There is a photo on the sidebar along with the same photo at the top of the blog that is of the prayer and meditation shrine in memorial of my girls, Anastasia and Hanelore. I have it set up in my kitchen. It is a nice spot to be able to remind me to look to God in all my sorrows and joys. Have my devotions and prayer time there. Feel as though I have my daughters near me during meal and prep times. I am not at the point where I set a place and meals for them. Yet, I think it is now time to take down the shrine and put the memory items in a safe and secure spot, to be able to look at when I need to.
Although my hoarding issues seem to get in the way of that. Don't know why but in some ways it feels as though I am getting rid of my daughters again. Possibly as though I am "hiding them." These are issues I need to work on.
Point is; there is no one true miracle that is going to all of a sudden make my emotions be all Maria from The Sound of Music dancing in a field of flowers. And that too is fine!
Choosing Abortion or Adoption?
Came across this article from LifeNews.com in my Twitter feed. As someone who wanted to choose adoption over abortion in the first pregnancy but didn't fight hard enough for that "choice" I still support adoption choices, yet will always have a pang of guilt that it was "my body, THEIR choice."
Why Do More People Choose Abortion Over Adoption?
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Adoption is the kind, loving choice for everyone involved.
Countless women in the U.S. choose abortion over adoption for their unborn babies every year. When I sat in on counseling sessions at a pregnancy center, I learned that women are often very closed to the idea of adoption. They either want to keep their baby themselves or get rid of the baby now. Adoption statistics are hard to track, since states are not necessarily required to report domestic adoptions. However, the numbers are grim, and much of it is owing to abortion:
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Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Do You Know Me?
This is a post I have been having bopping about in my head for a few days. It could have a few multiple connections to it. Then in an email exchange my dummy self told my mother about this blog, just not the title or link. But more about that later.
I try to stay as anonymous online as possible in regards to the abortions. When writing I try to be as basic as possible while trying to avoid anyone recognizing me. I make sure that no one knows where I live or where the abortions took place. I avoid using names in any way. There are only a rare few couple of persons who know me and this blog, simultaneously. Telling others of my abortions is something I am unable to do. Though I am able to speak of it and my thoughts "behind the safety of a computer."
A friend who is the administrator to their church's Facebook page expresses an interest in linking my blog to one of the page's postings. The selfLESS side of me would allow it,if it would help someone who has had an abortion, those wondering about the life of a post-abortion person and/or someone in a crisis pregnancy. The selfISH side of me knows that many of my friends read that page. While I do try to be as careful as possible not to be recognized, I am still afraid that there may be that one minute thing that a friend could pick up on.
I am many persons to many people. Those who know of my Anastasia and Hanelore account don't know my personal likes and dislikes or basic bio info. I have a Facebook account on my real name. Those people know my likes and dislikes along with basic bio info. And even though they know I am pro-life and post about pro-life news and issues, they do not know about my abortions.
Sometimes I wonder if my family, friends and co-workers even know me.
Even as myself, I feel as though others don't really know me. In this fast paced world, we as a society don't take the time to know others. All we want to do is make small talk with others. We judge others. We make up stories about others. It's easier than to talk and listen to those who are hurting.
We see so many people around us. Perhaps they seem fine, perhaps not. Abortion is legal. Yet there is shame with it. No one wants to admit to having one. Maybe it is because deep down, legal or not, our consciousnesses tell us and know it is a sin.
Perhaps the girl standing behind you at the grocery store has had an abortion. What about the checkout girl at the grocery store you see once or twice a week during your shopping. You talk to her about her cats, her home, her kids, her spouse, her parents, etc. But you don't know the pain she may be hiding. I am in no way advocating that you ask her about her personal details. Just saying that many people are hiding hurts that many of us could not imagine.
It is not just about abortion either. Some of it could be sins that the person was directly involved in. Maybe it was something beyond their control that the sin was committed against them. Somebody told them they were in the wrong and they feel guilt for no reason.
One of the things that bugs me is middle age men who say to women, "Why don't you smile?". And yes, it is almost always middle age men that do that. But not all middle age men do that. I mean, REALLY?! They don't even know me! Be they customers from my job, someone in line at the store, someone from church that I don't even have regular conversations with, or what have you. I always want to ask, "do you know me?".
That's the thing with modern society. Everyone is expected to smile, smile, smile! For no reason. It would be one thing for someone to walk around with a constant frown. Even then still, if you don't know the person, leave them alone. There life is none of your business! Can't people just have a neutral look on their face without someone bothering them?
I try to stay as anonymous online as possible in regards to the abortions. When writing I try to be as basic as possible while trying to avoid anyone recognizing me. I make sure that no one knows where I live or where the abortions took place. I avoid using names in any way. There are only a rare few couple of persons who know me and this blog, simultaneously. Telling others of my abortions is something I am unable to do. Though I am able to speak of it and my thoughts "behind the safety of a computer."
A friend who is the administrator to their church's Facebook page expresses an interest in linking my blog to one of the page's postings. The selfLESS side of me would allow it,if it would help someone who has had an abortion, those wondering about the life of a post-abortion person and/or someone in a crisis pregnancy. The selfISH side of me knows that many of my friends read that page. While I do try to be as careful as possible not to be recognized, I am still afraid that there may be that one minute thing that a friend could pick up on.
I am many persons to many people. Those who know of my Anastasia and Hanelore account don't know my personal likes and dislikes or basic bio info. I have a Facebook account on my real name. Those people know my likes and dislikes along with basic bio info. And even though they know I am pro-life and post about pro-life news and issues, they do not know about my abortions.
Sometimes I wonder if my family, friends and co-workers even know me.
Even as myself, I feel as though others don't really know me. In this fast paced world, we as a society don't take the time to know others. All we want to do is make small talk with others. We judge others. We make up stories about others. It's easier than to talk and listen to those who are hurting.
We see so many people around us. Perhaps they seem fine, perhaps not. Abortion is legal. Yet there is shame with it. No one wants to admit to having one. Maybe it is because deep down, legal or not, our consciousnesses tell us and know it is a sin.
Perhaps the girl standing behind you at the grocery store has had an abortion. What about the checkout girl at the grocery store you see once or twice a week during your shopping. You talk to her about her cats, her home, her kids, her spouse, her parents, etc. But you don't know the pain she may be hiding. I am in no way advocating that you ask her about her personal details. Just saying that many people are hiding hurts that many of us could not imagine.
It is not just about abortion either. Some of it could be sins that the person was directly involved in. Maybe it was something beyond their control that the sin was committed against them. Somebody told them they were in the wrong and they feel guilt for no reason.
One of the things that bugs me is middle age men who say to women, "Why don't you smile?". And yes, it is almost always middle age men that do that. But not all middle age men do that. I mean, REALLY?! They don't even know me! Be they customers from my job, someone in line at the store, someone from church that I don't even have regular conversations with, or what have you. I always want to ask, "do you know me?".
That's the thing with modern society. Everyone is expected to smile, smile, smile! For no reason. It would be one thing for someone to walk around with a constant frown. Even then still, if you don't know the person, leave them alone. There life is none of your business! Can't people just have a neutral look on their face without someone bothering them?
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Happy Mother's Day!
Shout out to all the moms out there today!
Sent a short email to my mother today. Still getting past some of the difficulties. Have a few thoughts bopping in my head, I may write a post today.
Sent a short email to my mother today. Still getting past some of the difficulties. Have a few thoughts bopping in my head, I may write a post today.
Friday, May 8, 2015
Why do I write?
That, that I am not sure. Well, maybe I am. I don't know. Yesterday I finished up with the story of My Second Abortion. It was the hardest thing ever for me to write. Had it not been for the experience at the Rachel's Vineyard Retreat; I do not think I would have had the courage to write it.
Whenever I write out a post I share to my Twitter feed. Now why do I do that? Am I doing this because I want to be some "internet star"? Ah, not really. Of course I must admit that anyone online with their own websites and/or blogs want a readership following. But I am not doing this for my own adulation. I want for a conversation. I want to bring to light what life is like for those after abortion. I hope and pray for my expressions to help hurting souls who may have had an involvement in abortion some way; or maybe those who are contemplating abortion. I pray for my writings to change the hearts and souls of those who are so called pro-choice.
There are multiple pro-life websites and blogs out there. All with differing styles and purposes. Some goals are to bring to light the atrocities of the actual abortion process, expose those in the abortion industry, places to let post abortive persons tell their stories, places to encourage pregnant women and give them all the resource information, being cheerleaders to those within the pro-life movement, and like with me a place to express their own thoughts, views and expressions. And of course I would be remissed if I did not include that there are also websites that talk of other aspects of quality of life. But as for me, I am focusing mainly on the anti-abortion side of pro-life.
Along with that, I want to be able to do more than just "preach to the choir." I have never been one to shirk away from controversy. I welcome all readers. I have no problem discussing anything in my posts with pro-choice persons. If you are pro-choice/pro-abortion I ask that you remain within topic, be respectful of my views (along with other readers) and any other comments, no mocking. The same goes for the pro-life readers when in a comment discussion of a post.
Back to the writing of the second abortion. I did not write about it because I was proud and all "look at me! I had an abortion!". No, I wrote of it because it needed to be said. I had been debating writing that experience for a long time. It was a stop gap for me. Without such a writing, I was unable to go forward with anything else. Things that need to be said. Things that need to be shown to the light of day. Things that will tell of how my abortions affected many aspects of my post abortive life. Things that will help other women, and men too, realize that they are not abnormal and others or at least another person has had the same things going on.
Whenever I write out a post I share to my Twitter feed. Now why do I do that? Am I doing this because I want to be some "internet star"? Ah, not really. Of course I must admit that anyone online with their own websites and/or blogs want a readership following. But I am not doing this for my own adulation. I want for a conversation. I want to bring to light what life is like for those after abortion. I hope and pray for my expressions to help hurting souls who may have had an involvement in abortion some way; or maybe those who are contemplating abortion. I pray for my writings to change the hearts and souls of those who are so called pro-choice.
There are multiple pro-life websites and blogs out there. All with differing styles and purposes. Some goals are to bring to light the atrocities of the actual abortion process, expose those in the abortion industry, places to let post abortive persons tell their stories, places to encourage pregnant women and give them all the resource information, being cheerleaders to those within the pro-life movement, and like with me a place to express their own thoughts, views and expressions. And of course I would be remissed if I did not include that there are also websites that talk of other aspects of quality of life. But as for me, I am focusing mainly on the anti-abortion side of pro-life.
Along with that, I want to be able to do more than just "preach to the choir." I have never been one to shirk away from controversy. I welcome all readers. I have no problem discussing anything in my posts with pro-choice persons. If you are pro-choice/pro-abortion I ask that you remain within topic, be respectful of my views (along with other readers) and any other comments, no mocking. The same goes for the pro-life readers when in a comment discussion of a post.
Back to the writing of the second abortion. I did not write about it because I was proud and all "look at me! I had an abortion!". No, I wrote of it because it needed to be said. I had been debating writing that experience for a long time. It was a stop gap for me. Without such a writing, I was unable to go forward with anything else. Things that need to be said. Things that need to be shown to the light of day. Things that will tell of how my abortions affected many aspects of my post abortive life. Things that will help other women, and men too, realize that they are not abnormal and others or at least another person has had the same things going on.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
The Second Abortion
This is a hard post to write. After writing about the first abortion, in categorized posts, I was unable to go forward with writing about the second abortion. Perhaps the reason for that is mental exhaustion, feeling like collapsing after writing about it. Perhaps shame. I don't know. Maybe a bit of both.
It took me forever to even remember the abortions. Though I always knew in the back of my mind, I ignored them. Though they always affected my life in one way or another. The way I lived. The way I reacted around men. The men I chose, or more or less put up with and let choose me.
All the while I lied even to myself after remembering the abortions. I only told myself about the first one. Perhaps it was the differing reactions to finding out about the pregnancies. During the first pregnancy plans were being made for, Anastasia, my first daughter. The second time I never even acknowledged, Hanelore, the child within me. There are even more "blank spots" in this abortion.
Perhaps you may want to start and the beginning and read about the first abortions to know where my story starts and come back when you are finished; My first abortion story.
The following memories are quite fuzzy, possibly more so than those of the first abortion. So, since having the second abortion I moved away from (my hometown) and to (town my mom lived in). I was still seeing "Matt" after the move. I would drive to (his town) see him, or occasionally he would drive to (town) to see me. Of course we were having sexual relations. During one of the visits he saw my belly, it was getting bigger. In fact, I never really even noticed. He asked me if I were pregnant. I denied it, not just to him, but to myself also.
Even if after he pointed it out, I still ignored any thoughts of being pregnant. Then one day while I was at work I went to use the rest room. For some reason when I looked down at my belly I noticed that my tummy was bigger. Then that's when the reality hit that I could be pregnant. So many thoughts came running through all flashing at the speed of light.
I was scared, I recalled everything that went on during the first pregnancy and abortion. "Matt's" reaction and attitude. My mother's attitude and coercion. I really didn't know what to do. I hate to admit it, but I could not envision carrying the pregnancy to term. But I did not like the idea of going through another abortion.
I guess I picked up an at home pregnancy test after work. I don't know. I know sometime soon after I did purchase said test. Maybe it was the next day or during one of my first day off after seeing my large belly. I do remember when seeing the positive results. I know it was quite early in the morning. I was hopelessly frantic. The first thought was abortion, totally unlike the reaction to the first pregnancy.
Very odd, but the first person I called was a professor from college. I should probably back track there. See, even though I was in a relationship with "Matt" I was seeing a professor from the college I was attending. Seeing as in having a bit of a fling. The class I met him in had already finished before anything happened between us. Not that I am excusing anything, just adding the back story.
Gosh, I have no idea how early in the day it was. Just I know it was quite early. I think I woke him up when I called. No "hey, how you doing" I just simply blurted out "I have to have an abortion!". He just said "I can't talk right now." My heart just sank. I felt even more alone than I did before. I didn't even think he could be the father. He had been using condoms during our "trysts." I suppose there could have been a minuscule chance, but I was thinking of Mike being the father. I guess the reason for calling him may have been deep down I wanted him to convince me not to.
Feeling scared, confused and trapped; I looked in the phone book looking under "abortions." I found one ad that said something to the effect of "Pregnant? Feeling scared? Wanting an abortion? Call us." So that's what I did. I called. Some lady answered. I blurted out that I was looking to have an abortion. The lady was really snotty. She said "We don't do abortions!" In a very judgmental tone, and hung up. Not sure which of us hung up first.
I felt even more bad. I thought I could do this on my own without anyone knowing. Now what was I going to do? I was too scared to call anyone after that. I guessed I was going to have to tell my mother.
Looking back, the place I called with the snotty lady was most likely a pregnancy crisis center. Fine, they didn't do abortions. But why couldn't she have tried to talk to me? Ask me questions? Ask why I wanted an abortion? Tried to talk me out of it?
Later in the day Mr. Professor called me. Said he was sorry he wasn't able to talk to me when I called. He was telling me I should have the abortion and that it would probably be best. He told me that he knew others who had abortions. I still wasn't even thinking about the first abortion. It's like I remembered it, but didn't. Looking back, I wonder if he ever wondered if there was a possibility it was his child.
Fast forward to Fourth of July 1996. My family was planning on having a picnic at my grandmother's. My mother and I drove in separate cars. The plan was to meet "Matt" after both of our families had their picnics. I just couldn't face him. I didn't want to. I called him to tell him that I wasn't going to be able to see him. I broke up with him over the phone. He accused me of cheating. I denied it. Yes, I know, Mr. Professor, and all. But he didn't know. There's no way he could know. OK, so there's no excuse.
I just wanted to be alone, away from people. I left my grandmother's. Told my mom I wasn't feeling well. Drove home.
When my mother got home I broke down and told her. I told her I wanted an abortion. She never questioned me or asked if maybe I would want to carry the baby to terms. She asked if I was certain I was pregnant. I told her I was sure and that the pregnancy test had two tests in the kit. Didn't even have to wait the 5 or 10 minutes or however long the instructions said. I could practically see the results show up as I was peeing on the stick.
At some point a doctor's appointment was made. It was confirmed I was pregnant. My mother told the doctor I was for certain going to have an abortion. The insurance and the doctor was connected the Catholic hospital in town. He said because of that he couldn't refer me to an abortionist. Yet, he didn't try to convince me not to have the abortion.
Eventually I was given a vaginal exam at another doctor's office. Oddly, while I don't remember the abortionist from the first abortion, I do remember this guy. He was a short and somewhat chubby. I don't remember his name. He was either Mexican, Mid Eastern or India Indian. Had somewhat of an accent. Doing some internet searching I think, but not sure, he is someone who has gotten in trouble with the state and a few women have died under his "care." But again, I can't say for certain That it is him. I have no idea how far along I was. Not one stinking clue. I was never even told.
Then the time for the abortion came. It was done at one of the hospitals. Obviously not the above mentioned Catholic hospital. The only thing I really recall is an older lady in the waiting room. She asked what we were there for. I didn't know what to say. My mother "chimed in" and said I was having a D & C. The lady responded that she had that done after having a miscarriage. And that was it.
I don't remember anything after that. I was put on full anesthesia. Out cold. Don't even know if the doctor from the exam was the one who did the procedure or if it was someone else. I do not recall waking up from the procedure. I do not know if they had me rest afterward or for how long. I really don't remember leaving or the car ride back home with my mom. The one and only thing I remember is my mom commenting about the lady in the waiting office; saying that she was being nosy or something like that.
I think I had a day or two of recovery. Maybe more. I don't know. I think my mom went back to work after I got home. I do know that when I went back to work there was some reason I had to grab something from storage. In part of the post abortion instructions I was told I was not to lift heavy objects. Considering that no one knew about the abortion I could not just tell the manager that I wasn't going to grab the item for no reason.
The end, but not really...
It took me forever to even remember the abortions. Though I always knew in the back of my mind, I ignored them. Though they always affected my life in one way or another. The way I lived. The way I reacted around men. The men I chose, or more or less put up with and let choose me.
All the while I lied even to myself after remembering the abortions. I only told myself about the first one. Perhaps it was the differing reactions to finding out about the pregnancies. During the first pregnancy plans were being made for, Anastasia, my first daughter. The second time I never even acknowledged, Hanelore, the child within me. There are even more "blank spots" in this abortion.
Perhaps you may want to start and the beginning and read about the first abortions to know where my story starts and come back when you are finished; My first abortion story.
The following memories are quite fuzzy, possibly more so than those of the first abortion. So, since having the second abortion I moved away from (my hometown) and to (town my mom lived in). I was still seeing "Matt" after the move. I would drive to (his town) see him, or occasionally he would drive to (town) to see me. Of course we were having sexual relations. During one of the visits he saw my belly, it was getting bigger. In fact, I never really even noticed. He asked me if I were pregnant. I denied it, not just to him, but to myself also.
Even if after he pointed it out, I still ignored any thoughts of being pregnant. Then one day while I was at work I went to use the rest room. For some reason when I looked down at my belly I noticed that my tummy was bigger. Then that's when the reality hit that I could be pregnant. So many thoughts came running through all flashing at the speed of light.
I was scared, I recalled everything that went on during the first pregnancy and abortion. "Matt's" reaction and attitude. My mother's attitude and coercion. I really didn't know what to do. I hate to admit it, but I could not envision carrying the pregnancy to term. But I did not like the idea of going through another abortion.
I guess I picked up an at home pregnancy test after work. I don't know. I know sometime soon after I did purchase said test. Maybe it was the next day or during one of my first day off after seeing my large belly. I do remember when seeing the positive results. I know it was quite early in the morning. I was hopelessly frantic. The first thought was abortion, totally unlike the reaction to the first pregnancy.
Very odd, but the first person I called was a professor from college. I should probably back track there. See, even though I was in a relationship with "Matt" I was seeing a professor from the college I was attending. Seeing as in having a bit of a fling. The class I met him in had already finished before anything happened between us. Not that I am excusing anything, just adding the back story.
Gosh, I have no idea how early in the day it was. Just I know it was quite early. I think I woke him up when I called. No "hey, how you doing" I just simply blurted out "I have to have an abortion!". He just said "I can't talk right now." My heart just sank. I felt even more alone than I did before. I didn't even think he could be the father. He had been using condoms during our "trysts." I suppose there could have been a minuscule chance, but I was thinking of Mike being the father. I guess the reason for calling him may have been deep down I wanted him to convince me not to.
Feeling scared, confused and trapped; I looked in the phone book looking under "abortions." I found one ad that said something to the effect of "Pregnant? Feeling scared? Wanting an abortion? Call us." So that's what I did. I called. Some lady answered. I blurted out that I was looking to have an abortion. The lady was really snotty. She said "We don't do abortions!" In a very judgmental tone, and hung up. Not sure which of us hung up first.
I felt even more bad. I thought I could do this on my own without anyone knowing. Now what was I going to do? I was too scared to call anyone after that. I guessed I was going to have to tell my mother.
Looking back, the place I called with the snotty lady was most likely a pregnancy crisis center. Fine, they didn't do abortions. But why couldn't she have tried to talk to me? Ask me questions? Ask why I wanted an abortion? Tried to talk me out of it?
Later in the day Mr. Professor called me. Said he was sorry he wasn't able to talk to me when I called. He was telling me I should have the abortion and that it would probably be best. He told me that he knew others who had abortions. I still wasn't even thinking about the first abortion. It's like I remembered it, but didn't. Looking back, I wonder if he ever wondered if there was a possibility it was his child.
Fast forward to Fourth of July 1996. My family was planning on having a picnic at my grandmother's. My mother and I drove in separate cars. The plan was to meet "Matt" after both of our families had their picnics. I just couldn't face him. I didn't want to. I called him to tell him that I wasn't going to be able to see him. I broke up with him over the phone. He accused me of cheating. I denied it. Yes, I know, Mr. Professor, and all. But he didn't know. There's no way he could know. OK, so there's no excuse.
I just wanted to be alone, away from people. I left my grandmother's. Told my mom I wasn't feeling well. Drove home.
When my mother got home I broke down and told her. I told her I wanted an abortion. She never questioned me or asked if maybe I would want to carry the baby to terms. She asked if I was certain I was pregnant. I told her I was sure and that the pregnancy test had two tests in the kit. Didn't even have to wait the 5 or 10 minutes or however long the instructions said. I could practically see the results show up as I was peeing on the stick.
At some point a doctor's appointment was made. It was confirmed I was pregnant. My mother told the doctor I was for certain going to have an abortion. The insurance and the doctor was connected the Catholic hospital in town. He said because of that he couldn't refer me to an abortionist. Yet, he didn't try to convince me not to have the abortion.
Eventually I was given a vaginal exam at another doctor's office. Oddly, while I don't remember the abortionist from the first abortion, I do remember this guy. He was a short and somewhat chubby. I don't remember his name. He was either Mexican, Mid Eastern or India Indian. Had somewhat of an accent. Doing some internet searching I think, but not sure, he is someone who has gotten in trouble with the state and a few women have died under his "care." But again, I can't say for certain That it is him. I have no idea how far along I was. Not one stinking clue. I was never even told.
Then the time for the abortion came. It was done at one of the hospitals. Obviously not the above mentioned Catholic hospital. The only thing I really recall is an older lady in the waiting room. She asked what we were there for. I didn't know what to say. My mother "chimed in" and said I was having a D & C. The lady responded that she had that done after having a miscarriage. And that was it.
I don't remember anything after that. I was put on full anesthesia. Out cold. Don't even know if the doctor from the exam was the one who did the procedure or if it was someone else. I do not recall waking up from the procedure. I do not know if they had me rest afterward or for how long. I really don't remember leaving or the car ride back home with my mom. The one and only thing I remember is my mom commenting about the lady in the waiting office; saying that she was being nosy or something like that.
I think I had a day or two of recovery. Maybe more. I don't know. I think my mom went back to work after I got home. I do know that when I went back to work there was some reason I had to grab something from storage. In part of the post abortion instructions I was told I was not to lift heavy objects. Considering that no one knew about the abortion I could not just tell the manager that I wasn't going to grab the item for no reason.
The end, but not really...
Abortion and Hoarding? A Connection?
Still working on things to talk about in regards to the Rachel's
Vineyard Retreat. In the meantime; I had planned on doing spring
cleaning early. I started, really I did. Look, it's May already and
not even close to finished! Well, I did try. Still planning on working
on that. Got a good portion done in the kitchen.
Went through a lot of my, let's call it what it is, crap! That's what it is. So many things found in my cupboards just sitting there taking up space for absolutely no reason. I have no clue whatsoever how it ended up in my house or what even possessed me to purchase it. Granted, some of it was given to me by friends and family. And for whatever reason I just could not tell them "thanks but no thanks."
Oh, it's not just kitchen items that I "collect." It's anything and everything. I really don't collect anything specific; I likes, I buys. I mean I do have some collections that fit in a certain category. And that's what I am trying to do in my sorting and separating. If the item is not part of a collection and really truly isn't very useful for any purpose then out it goes. By which I mean not throwing anything away, I plan on having a garage sale. Anything I don't sell will be donated to the thrift store. Yay, you can have my junk! Lucky you!
So here is where the deep thoughts come in. So here I am, looking at the said "crap." Wondering why I even bought it. Then I wondered, is this one of the residual effects of my abortion? When I go to a store, thrift shop or garage sale I have this overwhelming sense to buy something, anything, doesn't matter what. I can search through the store and not find one stinking thing. So I find some cheap little trinket. Possibly a 10c. Mason jar. I really don't need that 10c. Mason jar, and I know at the time I don't need it, yet I buy it just so I can leave with something in my hands.
Here is where the possible connection to the abortion comes in. I left the abortion clinics empty handed. Looking back, I feel empty from the abortions. Like I left something behind. I don't want to feel empty. Yet, after the shopping high is over, I don't feel any better. Especially if money is getting tight afterwards. I regret the purchase. Individual items may be cheap, but those little items can add up. Both financially and physically.
Again, as I have said a million times before, I am no expert. I have no idea if there really is an abortion and hoarding connection. Maybe I am the only one this happens to. And of course I do know not everyone who hoards has had an abortion and/or has been affected be abortion in one way or the other. I just know this is a reality for me. A reality I need to change.
Went through a lot of my, let's call it what it is, crap! That's what it is. So many things found in my cupboards just sitting there taking up space for absolutely no reason. I have no clue whatsoever how it ended up in my house or what even possessed me to purchase it. Granted, some of it was given to me by friends and family. And for whatever reason I just could not tell them "thanks but no thanks."
Oh, it's not just kitchen items that I "collect." It's anything and everything. I really don't collect anything specific; I likes, I buys. I mean I do have some collections that fit in a certain category. And that's what I am trying to do in my sorting and separating. If the item is not part of a collection and really truly isn't very useful for any purpose then out it goes. By which I mean not throwing anything away, I plan on having a garage sale. Anything I don't sell will be donated to the thrift store. Yay, you can have my junk! Lucky you!
So here is where the deep thoughts come in. So here I am, looking at the said "crap." Wondering why I even bought it. Then I wondered, is this one of the residual effects of my abortion? When I go to a store, thrift shop or garage sale I have this overwhelming sense to buy something, anything, doesn't matter what. I can search through the store and not find one stinking thing. So I find some cheap little trinket. Possibly a 10c. Mason jar. I really don't need that 10c. Mason jar, and I know at the time I don't need it, yet I buy it just so I can leave with something in my hands.
Here is where the possible connection to the abortion comes in. I left the abortion clinics empty handed. Looking back, I feel empty from the abortions. Like I left something behind. I don't want to feel empty. Yet, after the shopping high is over, I don't feel any better. Especially if money is getting tight afterwards. I regret the purchase. Individual items may be cheap, but those little items can add up. Both financially and physically.
Again, as I have said a million times before, I am no expert. I have no idea if there really is an abortion and hoarding connection. Maybe I am the only one this happens to. And of course I do know not everyone who hoards has had an abortion and/or has been affected be abortion in one way or the other. I just know this is a reality for me. A reality I need to change.
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Thoughts on Rachel's Vineyard Retreat
Wow, February 13, 2015; last time I wrote a post? Has it been that long? I have had so many thoughts swirling around in that time. I have wrote out quick quips at the Anastasia and Hanelore Twitter account. I am feeling that now is the time to write a few new posts.
This past weekend I attended a Rachel's Vineyard retreat. While I am still processing everything that happened, I would like to express a few of my quick observations. Perhaps I will write more in detail, without being too personal, at a later time.
For post abortion healing this is a great retreat! I felt validated to connect with men and women who have been through what I have been going through for the past 20 years. While their experiences may not have been exactly as mine, I finally felt as though others understood my pain. There was much peace and healing. I was given many gifts from the retreat, leaders and most importantly a gift of peace from the Lord.
It may have been Catholic oriented, but all from all faiths are welcome. I was the only non-Catholic there. In fact, I am a Christian, a member of a local church, still no "actual" connection to an actual church. (That is a subject for another post) Yet, I felt very accepted by everyone. I even had my own Marian experience/image. Nothing like "an image of Mary on my toast" kind of thing, but through meditation.
Everyone was given a journal to write their thoughts and stories. I didn't write anything while there. I did stay at a nearby hotel after the retreat was over. There, I did start to write into the journal. I have more to write into it. I can pour out more personally into that. I wanted to make sure I wrote down who gave me what gifts, so as to remember and treasure them. As to treasure within my heart the persons who gave them to me.
Oh, there is so much I want to share, but again, I want to write out personally pouring out my heart. Then edit out that which would be too personal. There were so many meditation places within the center to reflect on Christ's Sacrifice and God's love for ALL us sinners. I will forever treasure everything within my heart.
During my stay at the hotel I created a "portable shrine" from many of the items received from the retreat. After coming home I set up the shrine at my kitchen table, along with personal family oriented items added. I prayed the rosary at this personal shrine, along with a quiet meditation. I truly felt at peace. A peace I have never experienced before.
Please join me in following reflections and growth to come...
This past weekend I attended a Rachel's Vineyard retreat. While I am still processing everything that happened, I would like to express a few of my quick observations. Perhaps I will write more in detail, without being too personal, at a later time.
For post abortion healing this is a great retreat! I felt validated to connect with men and women who have been through what I have been going through for the past 20 years. While their experiences may not have been exactly as mine, I finally felt as though others understood my pain. There was much peace and healing. I was given many gifts from the retreat, leaders and most importantly a gift of peace from the Lord.
It may have been Catholic oriented, but all from all faiths are welcome. I was the only non-Catholic there. In fact, I am a Christian, a member of a local church, still no "actual" connection to an actual church. (That is a subject for another post) Yet, I felt very accepted by everyone. I even had my own Marian experience/image. Nothing like "an image of Mary on my toast" kind of thing, but through meditation.
Everyone was given a journal to write their thoughts and stories. I didn't write anything while there. I did stay at a nearby hotel after the retreat was over. There, I did start to write into the journal. I have more to write into it. I can pour out more personally into that. I wanted to make sure I wrote down who gave me what gifts, so as to remember and treasure them. As to treasure within my heart the persons who gave them to me.
Oh, there is so much I want to share, but again, I want to write out personally pouring out my heart. Then edit out that which would be too personal. There were so many meditation places within the center to reflect on Christ's Sacrifice and God's love for ALL us sinners. I will forever treasure everything within my heart.
During my stay at the hotel I created a "portable shrine" from many of the items received from the retreat. After coming home I set up the shrine at my kitchen table, along with personal family oriented items added. I prayed the rosary at this personal shrine, along with a quiet meditation. I truly felt at peace. A peace I have never experienced before.
Please join me in following reflections and growth to come...
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