Tag: argument

  • Family Should Have Phone Ahead Before Bringing Autistic Child Out For Meal

    Jake Crocker took to Facebook to share his disgust about his families treatment after going out for a meal.

    Crocker said  “I have never felt so angered that I would even have to write this. Went to the cherry tree tonight for my sisters 21st, as most of you know that Leo is autistic and can be a bit vocal. My dad walked past a table close to ours and apologised for the noise to which he replied “thanks for that”, a few minutes later the guy (who now turns out to be the owner) made his manager come over and ask us to control the children.

    Amy (mother of the child)then stopped her and explained that if they know how to parent an autistic child better than us then they are more than welcome to try. Leo was given a colouring book by the staff to try and quieten him. The staff then approached our table and said they we should have specified that there was an autistic child on our booking?! We’ve never had to before so I’m unsure as to why this would be necessary now? It then escalated by the owner coming over to our table and we (as a table of 15) had to leave. I’m absolutely disgusted. This will be going further and I hope they are ready”.

    The Cherry tree pub in Rochford, Essex owner Gary Downham said that “it was noticed that one of the young children would not stop screaming or shouting and whilst our restaurant is child friendly the level of screaming was such that it was difficult to hold a conversation”.

    Downham added that he goes to great length to accommodate ALL our customers.

  • Why Won’t She Change Her Surname

    I need to know if I am in the wrong here, I am pretty sure I am not.

    My partner was married for 11 years to the mother of his three children, I met him 2 years after they had split and we are very happy together and I get on really well with his three children there is only one problem, my partners ex-wife!!!

    She kept his surname when they split and I didn’t say anything straight away I then asked him why she still had it when they are divorced, he did not answer me.

    Since then she has remarried changed her name to her new married name divorced again and gone back to my partners surname.

    Am I wrong in asking him to ask her to go to her maiden name and not his name?? We are going through a bad patch on the verge of splitting up as it is. I have to deal with her going to his family parties which I hate and now she has gone back to his name.

    We were planning to get married in the next few years but I refuse while she has his name. Surely when u divorce u would go back to your maiden name.

    He argues that she may want the same surname as their children but this argument is invalid as surely she would have kept that name when she married her last husband, i cannot share the same name as her, especially as she is still unfortunately very much part of our lives.

    Everyone I have spoken to says that it is strange or one person commented that her maiden name must be awful to avoid using it again (it’s a pretty normal surname) am I wrong to feel upset and annoyed by this or am I being selfish or unnecessarily annoyed?

  • This Abortion Argument Is Going Viral

    This mans Twitter rant is going viral can causing quite a stir on social media.

    Author and journalist Patrick Tomlinson tweeted following to his 20 thousand Twitter followers.

    Whenever abortion comes up, I have a question I’ve been asking for ten years now of the “Life begins at Conception” crowd. In ten years, no one has EVER answered it honestly.

    It’s a simple scenario with two outcomes. No one ever wants to pick one, because the correct answer destroys their argument. And there IS a correct answer, which is why the pro-life crowd hates the question.

    Here it is. You’re in a fertility clinic. Why isn’t important. The fire alarm goes off. You run for the exit. As you run down this hallway, you hear a child screaming from behind a door. You throw open the door and find a five-year-old child crying for help.

    They’re in one corner of the room. In the other corner, you spot a frozen container labeled ‘1000 Viable Human Embryos.’ The smoke is rising. You start to choke. You know you can grab one or the other, but not both before you succumb to smoke inhalation and die, saving no one.

    Do you A) save the child, or B) save the thousand embryos? There is no ‘C.’ ‘C’ means you all die.

    In a decade of arguing with anti-abortion people about this definition of human life, I have never gotten a single straight A or B answer to this question. And I never will.

    They will never answer honestly, because we all instinctively understand the right answer is ‘A.’ A human child is worth more than a thousand embryos. Or ten thousand. Or a million. Because they are not the same, not morally, not ethically, not biologically.

    This question absolutely evicerates their arguments, and their efusal to answer confirms that they know it to be true.

    No one, anywhere, actually believes an embryo is equivalent to a child. That person does not exist. they are lying to you.

    They are lying to you to try and evoke an emotional, a paternal response, using false-equivalency.

    No one believes life begins at conception. No one believes embryos are babies, or children. Those who claim are trying to manipulate you so they can control women.

    Don’t let them. Use this question to call them out. Reveal them for what they are. Demand they answer your question, and when they don’t, slap that big ol’ Scarlet P of the Patriarchy on them.

    Because a lot of people are missing the point, it is not being argued the embryos are not alive. Nor is it being argued they are without value.

    All that is being demonstrated is their value is not equal to that of a human child.

    That’s it. That’s the point.

    What do you think of this?
    Can you see Patricks point or do you think it’s an unanswerable question.

    Let us know your opinions in the comments!

  • Who Would Want To Be With A Single mum

     

    Summer 2009, I was a 21 year old single mum with a 3 year old son who had severe autism. I had been single since my son was 3 months old- when me and his father broke up, he never really bothered again after that. I was fed up of feeling lonely and wanted to meet someone special so I decided to sign up to a dating website.

    After a few days I got chatting to this lad, he seemed lovely. We spoke for a few weeks before deciding to meet. On our first date I met him at the cinema, he was so lovely. After the date we decided to meet up again and I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about it. I was so happy he seemed such a lovely man and so good looking.

    Over the next month or so we went on a number of dates and decided we both liked each other and started a relationship. Every thing was good for a month, he met my family and my son. Everyone loved him, he treated me so well.

    One night he called me and said if I still wanted to stay at his one night a week then I would have to start helping him pay his rent. I was so sad when he said this, I knew it wasn’t right but I did it anyway.

    Not long after that I was at his when we got into an argument because he wanted to go out to a club and I didn’t. Next thing I know he got the newspaper, rolled it up and hit me across the face. Broke my glasses and I had a bruise on my cheek. I cried. He said he was sorry and foolishly I forgave him.

    Everything was ok again for a few weeks before he hit me again. Over something minor, this time I ended up with a black eye . Again, I forgave him, covered my face with make up so no one could see. Things just carried on like this for a good year.
    We were good then he’d hit me again and again he’d apologise I’d forgive him.

    I never told anyone what he was doing to me, my family all loved him – thought he was perfect. I knew deep down what he was doing wasn’t right but I loved him and always thought ‘who would want to be with a single mum who had a disabled son’?

    We had been together 18 months or so, when he was over at mine with me and my son. We got into an argument over messages on his phone, he was always cheating and I always knew it deep down but just tried to ignore it. I was sat on the sofa, my son playing on the floor. He launched over at me in front of my son and hit me repeatedly in my face and back. I was mortified! More at that fact my son had just seen what was happening rather than anything else. Again,  I forgave him. I stayed with him paying his rent amongst other things, forgiving him for being violent to me and cheating on me.

    After we had been together 3 years, I was at his one night. We were in his room he said he was going to the kitchen to get some food. I thought he had left the room and saw his phone on the side. I decided to take a look but he hadn’t left. He was still stood by the door- watching me. I saw him and tried to joke about it. Laugh it off. Pretend that I knew he was standing there. Well, he definitely didn’t see the funny side. I was laying on the bed, he jumped on top of me, hit me over and over again. Put his hands around my neck and choked me until I was unconscious.
    When I woke up, he was just standing over me staring at me. I was scared for my life. My phone was in my pocket, I quickly got it out and dialled 999. As soon as he saw me with my phone he threw it to the other side of the room. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. Blood was streaming from my nose and my whole body was so so sore. I just apologised, said it was all my fault and I should never of looked on his phone. He eventually calmed down and told me he forgave me and that I shouldn’t do that again.

    As soon as he went back in the kitchen, I took my phone and my car keys and ran as fast as I could to the car praying he wouldn’t catch up with me. I drove straight to the police station where they called an ambulance. I was in hospital for 3 days, I was badly bruised and had two broken ribs.

    I decided that day that enough was enough. I honestly thought he was going to kill me that night, I finally realised I had been so stupid and selfish. I felt incredibly guilty for letting my son see what he saw and felt like the worst mother in the world.

    I told my family everything. They were so sad for me and were in complete shock. I think they felt guilty too because I didn’t let them know what was going on at the time, but it wasnt their fault. I was ashamed and embarrassed. Towards the end, I even thought it was normal.

    I didn’t press charges which I still regret to this day. I’m not the same person I used to be before I met him. He drained the life out of me. 8 years on I still have awful trust issues and doubt a lot of things that anyone tells me.

    Anyone going through the same – I know at the time it seems impossible, and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But please, tell someone. Leave before it’s too late. There is always someone out there who will listen and help you!! No one deserves to be treated like that!!