let's call him John Doe.
It is strange coincidence that a day or so ago, I posted about single-motherhood. I was given a very brief biography on a boy, whose mother apparently decided that she no longer wanted to be one, so she sent him to the biological father to raise. This man had not seen the boy in 8 years, had no experience being a father, and was living with his grandmother. Now, why would a person do that?
I would break this case (individual) to selfishness. I was given to undertand that she was a pot dealer who had spent a number of times in jail and that the boy had more hardship than I have ever had. Obviously, there was a better solution. I think now, though, erasing the abadndoining once-mother, would be primary. Then, find suitable caretakers of the boy.
All things considered, the boy is not too bad. He has been diganosed with ADHD, but his father doesn't believe in medicine. How ironic that the mother dealt drugs and the new-father doesn't believe in prescribed medicine.
Poor John ... I hope that someone adopts him and loves him. I am unsure of the new parent -- seems all too odd and sad to me.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
about a boy
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I have no idea what made me think of this, but I recall being in a high school psychology class, broken off into groups. My group consisted of all women, since their desks were the closest and breaking off into groups didn't mean you could redecorate the classroom by moving everything around. Anyway, the first topic of discussion, as supplied to us on 3.5 cards was Birth Control. The question was, whose responsibility is it? The girls in the group all agreed on the very politically correct answer that it's both the man and the woman's responsibility equally. As our teacher walked past I said "no it isn't, it's the woman's responsibility, 100%, because SHE is the one who has to deal with the consequences and she has to take complete ownership of it, just as she would have to take complete ownership of her child. I was boo'ed and slapped in the arm. The teacher stopped to tell them I was absolutely right.
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