posted 4th Sep
Quoting Collin'sMom:“ Thank you. Alot of "welfare moms" don't have well paying jobs, some don't even have jobs at all. I'm ... [snip!] ... problems due to it. That's what most people think of teenage moms, and she's the reason statistics like those exist. So sad.”
Well, The father was 18. I moved out of home when I was 14. I worked and went to school, I rented 1 bedroom out of other peoples houses.
My parents are and always have been very supportive I was just a complete bitch of a teenager and decided I knew everything and put them through hell.
Our relationship is a lot better now, to the point I'm moving down south to be with them again.. oh yay 25 and living at home again XD but every time I have lived with my parents I have paid rent, part of the power and also for what ever phone calls I make. We split the grocery bill too.
Whilst I was with their dad, when I lived with my parents he was living with us too, but after working over seas he decided to live there and has only recently gotten back in the boys lives. He does pay child support now at least.
Yay, I don't have to work 2 jobs while studying anymore lol
He wasn't supportive when Rick was born either, In the 4 months he was in he probably saw Rick around 3 times because he "couldn't handle seeing him like that." So in all honesty I had to do it all myself. As soon as Rick came.. His dad had essentially already left us, I just decided to cling on to hope I guess.
I remember when I was in Labor with Rick, my premmie. The nurse was grilling me about what drugs I'd taken.. I hadn't taken anything. It seemed that the private ob/gyn I was seeing decided I was an over reactive teenage girl so she screwed up and didn't give me a UTI test because she didn't take my concerns seriously.
I think that's why I get so upset about the stereotyping. It nearly cost my son his life.
My sister is older than me by 8 years or so, she has 6 babies by 3 different guys, she's had them in Foster care before because she couldn't cope. I had custody of my oldest niece for a while too because she was so out of control and neglected even the foster mum couldn't handle her. I mean she was 6 years old, called the principal a cunt, threw a chair through a window at school and copied her mothers bulemia. I sorted her out then sadly had to give her back.
Happily my sister is married to the father of the last 2 babies but my niece lives with her step dad. At least the other 5 are having a semi normal life.
It's a hard way to live, as a young teenage mother but it's made me who I am now, you either sink or swim I guess and I'd be damned if I was going to let the naysayers be right :3
quoteposted 5th Sep
Everyone makes very valid points here, teen moms are not always responsible, but neither are all "adult" moms. Something I have realized recently is that you can not classify anyone in one lump of people... everyone is unique, everyone has their struggles and they get through them or let themselves be destroyed.
I have a family member that did the latter of the two, her mother was killed when she was a teenager, and instead of greiving and dealing with missing my aunt, my cousin started acting out. She used to be a person I looked up to, she was my favorite family member, but after she turned 17 that changed.
I am younger than her by more than nine years, and I knew what she was doing would destroy her life, but she didn't care. She had her first son at around 20, not a teen mom in the least, but she didn't take care of him. She relied on everyone else to take care of her responsibility, so at the age of ten I began having my first experiences "babysitting" mainly being solely responsible for her son. She moved back and forth, from on state to another and back, each time ripping my heart out as she took him away from me. To make a long story short, her husband was violent, she left him, he got her son, and has mentally abused him. This is something we can do nothing about, but the one person who could, the boy's mother, doesn't care at all. When her husband moved with her oldest, he left behind a present, she was pregnant again. She inflicted all of the damage done to her second child on her own. She is literally the worst parent I ever met, and I was at one point more of a mother to her own children than she was, and I wasn't even fifteen. She did everything from buying a stereo instead of much needed diapers with her first born to getting her youngest addicted to crack cocaine. She brought strange men into her home that she met on the internet, she slept with them, took their money, and took them home, all with her son in the next room. He was born two months premature, and has mental problems because of it, he's quick witted, but not completely there. So his mother was receiving a check for him, SSI, and she blew it on drugs, none of it went on him. I was fourteen when he was born, I didn't get to see him until two months later, and I was there everyday that I could be taking care of him and his many wires that he was attatched to. I got attatched, in a way I saw him as mine, but then he was ripped away too. Finally one of the two boys has found a great home, he lives in Chicago with another family member of mine. He has finally stopped having withdraw from the drugs his mother forced into his system and is even mostly functional. The change in him over the past few years he's been in Chicago is amazing, he's loved and he knows it.
Now on to me, I found out I was pregnant when I was fourteen. I had been dating an eighteen year old who had a thing about poking holes in other things. He was trying to get me pregnant so I would stay with him and we'd get married. I broke up with him, but the first part of his plan had worked. I was pregnant.
Many teens go through a decision making process when they find out they are pregnant, they consider all alternatives: Abortion, Adoption, Adopting to a family member, and Raising the baby. My decision was already made for me, not by anyone but myself, and my love for children and the two boys that were taken away. I was young, but I knew more about the world than many people, the good and the bad. I was having the baby, and no one would challenge me on it. I couldn't kill life, no matter if it had started yet or not, so abortion was out. I also couldn't stand the thought of a stranger raising my child, and me not knowing where it was, or worse, knowing and watching my child call someone else, "Mommy"
My cousin laughed when my mother told her I was pregnant. "Funny as hell," She had said to me, "Now you can prove what you've always told me."
I looked at her, "Which part?"
"Where you said you would make a better mother than I have."
I looked at her then, and it was my turn to laugh, "That's easy, all I have to do is love my child." It shut her up.
My daughter was born in the middle of march, a beautiful, wonderful little miracle. She came first in my heart and my mind, always. I had always said I would put my children before anyone else in my life, and I knew I had told the truth the day she was born. She had to be put in a warmer when she was born because she was tiny, she was full term and healthy, but small. I was unable to hold her but for a heartbeat, and then she was whisked away to the nursery.
I threw every fit I could for them to atleast let me go down to her, and after a few hours, they allowed it and wheeled me to her. I realized when I was able to touch her, able to feel her fingers close around mine that I had never known true happiness. My life has sucked, for many reasons that I won't go into, but here was something that took that all away. Someone I needed as much as she needed me. She was my life force from the day of her birth and still is.
She developed very quickly, at a scary rate even, doing things way too early for her age. She rolled over the first time at three days old, her Dr didn't believe me when I told him at her checkup, that is until he nearly dropped her when she just decided to flip over on him. She said "daddy" at four months, no "daddadadadadda" just plain as day, "Daddy." And she was looking at my boyfriend at the time. When she was eight months old, she started saying more than one word had a time, and by the time she was one she was speaking more than broken sentences, though some of her sentences were still unsure.
She refused to walk at all until she was fifteen months old, she could get anywhere very quickly by crawling, so she didn't bother. I was worried until the day she took her first steps. She crawled out of my mom's room and I called her to me, she looked at me for a moment, then stood up and walked across the room to me, not stumbling, not wobbling, it was as if she had been practicing for months. I love my little girl more than anything, and I would do ANYTHING for her. I am now happily married, and Aubrey loves her step-dad and her daddy (he is in her life now) She is the smartest toddler I have ever met, and I'm not saying it because I'm her mom.
She picks up on things easily, especially the energy of a room, if one person is upset she singles them out and comforts them. She cannot wait until december when we welcome her new little sister into the world. The new baby was planned, and yes, I am putting some parts of my life off to have another baby, but I don't regret a single bit of it.
Anyone who looks down on all teen moms because of the actions of a select group of them is ridiculous, and most likely stuck up. No offense meant to anyone, but I've been considered a statistic for too long.
Something that many people forget about teen parents, many of them become teen parents because they were introduced to sex too early. I'm not talking about hitting puberty too soon or the schools telling them the facts too early, I'm talking about sexual abuse. I'm also not talking full out rape, but with many (not all) teen mothers, they knew more about sex than they should have before the age of ten.
Any teen parent I've met has been a decent, if not good parent. I am concerned about the town that I grew up in though, in the last two years there has been a significant increase in teen pregnancies. I was pregnant when it was shunned to be pregnant in highschool, now there are so many teens embracing and chasing down pregnancy. It's starting to seem like a fad in that small town. I'm not putting anyone down, but if you are going to get pregnant on purpose, do it for the right reasons.
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