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Sunday, December 1, 2013

"Aren't You Grateful You Were Put Up For Adoption Instead of Aborted?"

(A question asked of adoptees.)

Isn't that like asking, "Aren't you grateful your husband only hit you once instead of beating you to death?"

And yes, it is the equivalent from the POV of the one upon whom the act is perpetrated.

In both cases the perpetrator may say, "I didn't mean to do any harm.  I didn't know any better."  Or, "You don't understand.  Things were out of my control.  I had no choice.  I couldn't stop myself."

But if we don't put up with that from a wifebeater or a child abuser, why should we put up with it from anyone else?

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