I want to bring up and talk about abortion and how I think about it.I have gone through one in 2001… Wrote about it in an earlier blog post.
I can’t say it was something good to go trough. I have felt sad, but at same time it was a relief not knowing who would had been the father to that child. I found out through the court case back in 2010 who would been the father as I asked for papers from the hospital where I had it. That reassured me I had done the right thing, as it was my abuser who had made me pregnant.
I feel for the unborn child that was taken away, but I don’t regret it. Any woman own her own body and should have the right to decide what to do with it.
The way it seem to be talked about abortion or no abortion. I don’t see it a problem to remove a fetus that is up to 12 weeks, or because of medical reasons after that. Especially to protect women who has experienced rape and abuse, we can’t force or expect them to give birth to a child.
I agree that removing fetus after 23 weeks is murder, except if the health of the baby or mother says otherwise.
It tears me apart the stories about children given birth to children, as young as 11 years. Worst cases they aren’t granted abortions because it is illegal in some countries, and if they remove it they face time in prison.
Abortion needs to be legalized and be the same around the world, part of the human rights.
The future is here it is now. I used to tell myself that the future will be better. The abuse would stopped, he wouldn’t be around me or near me to harm me anymore. He still is out there, but not near me. But because of what he did and know how he used to be I will never know if he can show up again. Where is the guarantee he stays away? Just because he been to prison for a short time doesn’t mean he has change neither the years passing by. I will never trust in that he will stay away with me living in Norway, I have to move away somewhere far away from here.
I can say I survived and itself that is enough to have accomplished in life. Years of torture and abuse and keeping a secret or trying to tell the secret but no one reacted in a way it ended earlier. Not until I went to the police and finally got their attention to get him sentenced. I got believed in and that was my goal. The better future and hopefully an end to the abuse. Being a survivor mean able to talk about it as something that belongs in the past, and people accept it as my story. He did some horrible shocking things to my body and mind, but I survived it. Now I am just trying living my life as best as I can with damages done. Scarred for life, but doing alright.
Read my earlier post Thoughts.
The small daily things that I used to react to with a freeze in my body. White T-shirts like a scary ghost. I couldn’t stand people wearing white T-shirts. That meant everyone, young and old ones. I sat on the bus and several was wearing them and suddenly I thought to myself “Have I finally gotten past this nightmare” ? Seemingly I must have gotten that far now. That is progress in healing a wound that been stuck in my body and mind for decades. Life is getting better, but doesn’t mean that it will be okay ever that he can get close to me again. My body never forgives what he did.
All this other nonsence with this world thing that I have messed up my mind with is slowly letting go too. It is all just something I wish I hadn’t spin my head into. I been dazed and confused as my last therapist called me to have been. Medication helps a lot to get my mind back on the right track.
I am still alive and doing better than some months ago. I have gotten mental help. Mostly help to self help. Only I can change me, but by guidance from people around me my mindset get changed. I turn into a better me. Feel less lost and more aware of the world around me.
I am awaiting getting an apartment now by July. Look forward getting a rest and find my place again in this world.
Big thanks to my friends 😀 ❤
I applied Wednesday evening and by Friday my name was officially changed to Jane Helen 😀 ❤ I didn’t know it would go so fast, but am real happy it went through fast and smooth 😀 So no more hick ups in how to say my name, thanks.
This is my Lost Map… Anyone out there who understands me or how much of this is real and where does it ever going to leave me?
I have to make One right choice for the World Peace…
My life is like the country songs… I must have listened way too much to the songs…
The island I grew up on built a whole world around myself in my own mind? Or is the world using me as a living toy for stupid reason? …
I made myself “Hurt” in the end… Now I see the world with clear eyes… ? Or completely lost ?
That how it sounds in my ears
When a man speaks
And action miss out
They say they need you
They say they care about you
They say they want you
They say they want to grow old with you
They say they want to protect you
They say they love you forever
I see you want me when you write to me
I see you care about me when you write to me
I see you love me when you write to me
So how come youre not been here?
How come you still wait for me?
Shouldn’t the man go get his woman?
Action speaks louder than words so
Janne Helen August 2017