Sorry for the delay. I wasn’t sure I wanted to answer your question and decided to do it anyways.
My struggle against disbelief started when I was eight. That was the year I became a latch key kid and discovered that saying “no” to my sister was dangerous. It took me several years to learn how to say no, without getting the sh-t beat out of me. Until then, I was black and blue and scared all over.
Unfortunately, my family suffered disbelief. They’d all been raised in normal, healthy families and were so close to their siblings, they could not believe any child could hurt another child, but especially a sibling. For the next nine years I was stuck between my daily reality and my adults’ disbelief.
In the summer of my seventeenth birthday, my mother took me to the beach – and spent her very first paid vacation, ever, telling me what had happened the year before I was born. She had no experts, no authorities, no academics, and no scientific theories to back her up. Based solely on the stories passed down by five generations of women, my mother was convinced that whatever was wrong with my sister, had begun in the spring, before I was born. As she told her tale, I believed every word she said. I’d known her all my life and my mother had never lied to me.
At home, my mother’s mother – my grandmother – went to great lengths to explain babies to me. Gramma was a master storyteller and her lessons stuck, like super-glue in my young mind.
Hearing my mother’s and grandmother’s stories brought about my first paradigm shift. The idea that an adult, especially a parent, would abuse an infant was hard to accept. It was even harder to accept the idea that my sister’s intentions and her actions would never be the same thing. But when I considered both stories together, a powerful wave of emotion rose up inside of me and washed all the hurt, anger, and resentment out of me. And that’s when I knew that my family’s love for their children, truly was, unconditional.
Several decades later, I ran across an article. That article led me to more and more articles, then scientific studies, brain imaging, papers, and so on. As I read, the days of guessing, intuiting, and believing were over. Science had finally been able to “see” what we could only intuit before.
Gestation takes 1-year for horses, 2-years for elephants, and 4-years for humans. Think not? Google search “infant and three year old photos” and see for yourself.
Obviously, there is no way that a head the size of a three-year-old could exit a woman’s body without killing her – and the baby. Try stuffing two or more three-year-old sized heads inside a woman’s body and you’ll rip her apart.
Since a woman cannot deliver an infant with a fully developed brain, a whopping 80% of a child’s brain develops AFTER birth. That means that the minute an infant leaves its mother’s womb, someone has to take care of them 24 hours a day, for another three years, or their brains will not reach their full potential.
I can’t help but wonder how many millions of humans born to cure cancer, bring peace to earth and take us to the stars, withered away for lack of a second womb. I can’t help but wonder how many of our current crop of mass-murdering teenagers and politicians were created the day they were born, and society denied them a second womb.
David, my sister was born healthy and whole, perfect in every way. Four months after her birth, my sister suffered three months of abuse. Once my mother got my sister to safety, she was never abused again. Unfortunately, as we grew older, my sister’s behaviour morphed through several, horrid pathologies. Thanks to a family of skilled and determined parents, my sister eventually learned to control her impulses. Nonetheless, the damage could not be repaired. My sister is a sociopath – and has lived her entire life in constant psychic pain.
Before infants are free, they must spend nine months inside their mothers’ wombs, and another three years inside their social womb. We would not place a baby inside a woman’s womb infected by polio, hepatitis, or heroine. Why then, do we force women to deliver their newborns into a social womb infected by deprivation, filth, frigid temperatures, rampant violence, unrelenting cruelty, and the ravages of hopeless poverty?
My most recent paradigm shift came with the understanding that American society is too dis-eased to bear children. Forcing women to place their perfectly formed newborns inside a dis-eased womb is cruel and sadistic child abuse.
David, you and I shared a womb, and it hurt both of us. Like every other American, without exception, you and I never reached our full potential. Our children shared a womb and it hurt and hindered them too. I’m sick and tired of adults. Its time the American society becomes a safe womb for all newborns to spend the first three years of their lives.
PS Thanks for asking :)
