Hatecrimes that strike home.
Who'da thunk that not wanting children could have life-threatening consequences? Thankfully, my family is understanding of my choice.
This is from childfree community, where it had been reposted by a mutual member of cf_hardcore where it was originally posted by the victim. Copied with permission.
As I sit here and type this, I have split lips , two broken ribs, black eyes and a broken nose along with numerous scratches and bruises and I am hopped up on Tylenol with codine.
Mmmmdrugs.
Remember waaaaay back when I posted about my psycho family who decided that I would be the best mommy EVAR to the unwanted sproggen of another family member?
They returned, this time pulling up in front of my house with two pickup trucks full of them. Kids in tow they invaded my yard like a hoard of Huns intent on despoliation. My great aunt promptly marched up to me and started in on a speech about family duty and told me that it was time that I stopped being selfish, that they'd shifted the children around long enough and that I had to come to grips with my new responsibilities as a parent and stop being childish.
She said that the children needed a steady home and that since I was the only and best option to take on the financial and emotional strain of three children that I HAD to. I was unmarried, I was over 21 and I had no children of my own to demand my time. It was time that I was of service to the family.
I told them again. No. Then they ever so kindly brought the kids in question in, who started crying and asking what they did wrong to make me hate them and how they had no home any more and why couldn‘t I let them stay. I mean the littlest one was SOBBING about how good she'd be if I let her stay.
That? Was the last straw. I told them yet again to take the children and give them to social services, because I was in no way fit to be a parent. Evidently they’d been expecting this, because Auntie said. " We thought you'd say that. " Then she had her gorilla of a son grab me and then let her daughters start kicking my ass while he held me still.
The beating lasted an hour, in which I was repeatedly hit and kicked and asked if I’d take the children NOW? If I was ready to grow up YET? The children in question cheered as they tried to beat me into submission.
I would rather have DIED than said yes at that point. Thankfully my grandfather had called the police, and they pulled up quietly while I was being beaten, observed the scene then went in to get me. Now my family sits in county lockup while I nurse my injuries.
I won’t be beaten into motherhood. Fuck them, fuck them all because I will not be anyone’s scapegoat. The children are now in foster care and the subject is moot. I will be getting a restraining order tomorrow.
Childfree FOREVER.
I think I'm going to be sick.
This is from childfree community, where it had been reposted by a mutual member of cf_hardcore where it was originally posted by the victim. Copied with permission.
As I sit here and type this, I have split lips , two broken ribs, black eyes and a broken nose along with numerous scratches and bruises and I am hopped up on Tylenol with codine.
Mmmmdrugs.
Remember waaaaay back when I posted about my psycho family who decided that I would be the best mommy EVAR to the unwanted sproggen of another family member?
They returned, this time pulling up in front of my house with two pickup trucks full of them. Kids in tow they invaded my yard like a hoard of Huns intent on despoliation. My great aunt promptly marched up to me and started in on a speech about family duty and told me that it was time that I stopped being selfish, that they'd shifted the children around long enough and that I had to come to grips with my new responsibilities as a parent and stop being childish.
She said that the children needed a steady home and that since I was the only and best option to take on the financial and emotional strain of three children that I HAD to. I was unmarried, I was over 21 and I had no children of my own to demand my time. It was time that I was of service to the family.
I told them again. No. Then they ever so kindly brought the kids in question in, who started crying and asking what they did wrong to make me hate them and how they had no home any more and why couldn‘t I let them stay. I mean the littlest one was SOBBING about how good she'd be if I let her stay.
That? Was the last straw. I told them yet again to take the children and give them to social services, because I was in no way fit to be a parent. Evidently they’d been expecting this, because Auntie said. " We thought you'd say that. " Then she had her gorilla of a son grab me and then let her daughters start kicking my ass while he held me still.
The beating lasted an hour, in which I was repeatedly hit and kicked and asked if I’d take the children NOW? If I was ready to grow up YET? The children in question cheered as they tried to beat me into submission.
I would rather have DIED than said yes at that point. Thankfully my grandfather had called the police, and they pulled up quietly while I was being beaten, observed the scene then went in to get me. Now my family sits in county lockup while I nurse my injuries.
I won’t be beaten into motherhood. Fuck them, fuck them all because I will not be anyone’s scapegoat. The children are now in foster care and the subject is moot. I will be getting a restraining order tomorrow.
Childfree FOREVER.
I think I'm going to be sick.