Saturday, October 1, 2016


So, a couple of years ago, I came across a thread where  girls and ladies were asking each other about using Stametta to induce abortion. Most of the reasons given were about being unable to raise a child. I commented with my number (0618473640)and talked about adoption as an option.

Thankfully most who kept their pregnancies went on to parent, but two did decide to use the adoption option. One spoke to a social worker after delivery, and one went to a pregnant women's shelter. The rest..went on to abort.

But then someone else also found that thread. Didn't see my comment and posted the same response but used their contact details. Coincidentally, they found me on Facebook after that, on a totally different topic and as we got to know each other, realised we'd commented on the same thread.

In this person's words - they "got freaked out" by the females seeking advice so she spoke to the admin to remove her comment. Admin removed the entire page.

I was gutted. Now the ladies who need support to sustain their pregnancies, to be good mothers would be helpless. Lots of the young women still keep in touch. Ask for medical advice and just need help. One lives with her mother but her mother has no clue about things like oral thrush etc. I loved being able to soothe fears and say when it was time to go to the clinic.

I enjoyed having them know and feel valued. It's no coincidence that the ones in crisis pregnancy are either orphaned or living with one unloving parent. Recipe for falling for the wrong guy. The ways they'd say they'd never found someone as nice as me, as caring as me... I felt useful for once. I felt I was living for more than my family. I felt like I was making a difference.

Sometimes I was helpless. Extreme poverty is awful. Hungry and unable to feed themselves, let alone another child. No job. No helpful relatives...

Then..the two babies. Saved from home abortion attempts. I know survivors who are disabled. I know of girls who have bled terribly, events through their eyes, after trying to abort using Stametta.

Do not do this. You are killing yourselves.

So again, here, in the hopes someone else will search. I offer the chance to put your child in foster care, the chance to stay in a home and be fed and nurtured... The chance of a listening ear as you decide what to do... WhatsApp me on 0618473640. No judgment. Just resources to people who can help you.

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Yes, the posts had dried up anyway... This is just the culmination of something brewing for a while.

I've always mentioned how the lack of 'community vibe' on social media doesn't feel great. I've stopped posting on Facebook and I'm now quitting on here. I realised something.

I dislike having stalkers silent readers.

I have always made sure I commented on people's blogs so they knew what they were saying mattered, touched me, made me laugh/sad/angry or was helpful. But that doesn't happen on social media. Twitter has been nice because I see what gets re-tweeted, loved and respected get responses from people I don't know without living out my entire life like I do here and on Facebook.

Two Sundays ago, someone else who was a friend in real life but has never said a word said they know how we are because they read my thoughts.

I. Don't. Want. That

I actually hate it. They're not the first but it finally irked me enough that I stopped sharing any recent news at all. Why should someone know "how" I am while I know nothing about how they are nor do I even know they're reading?

It feels uncomfortable. Which is not why I began this blog nor continued it.

I was telling a friend earlier on this week that it feels like my posts are a TV series that people just enjoy watching for entertainment. If people really care, they can email or WhatsApp to find out how I am. I don't like being entertainment.

I'll do one more post about something else. And end here. I've deleted all my other posts. Real friends know my contact details. I keep stopping and starting, because writing is my life. I can't imagine not writing. People say they enjoy reading and that it's necessary. But those are my friends, so I can write to them privately.

Thanks for following along. All the best with your special needs child! It's a tough journey. Makes parenting that much more intense and anxiety -filled.  You mentioned that you sometimes stay home because it's easier. Have many blessed Sabbaths at home with your dear children.

Mercy, thanks for always responding so I know you're here too. As you struggle to make sense of life where our race still determines how people view our (lack of) intelligence and decide where we live, I hope you find a path where you come across people who won't assume anything but learn to know you before assuming anything about you.

Flydah,? See you on Messenger ;-)