Fricking

First, the blah blah.  My mother wanted nothing to do with children, I was the only one she had that survived.  The rest were aborted, but by the time she was pregnant with me in the late 1960s, with her being 34, she disappeared for days looking for someone to terminate the pregnancy.  Finding no-one who would, and being a doctor herself, she tried various abortifacients (substances and treatments to induce abortion) on her own.  Today, you can even easily find such things, though not labeled as such, at health food stores.  That didn’t work, though I was sufficiently damaged at birth that I was […]