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  • hawkchick11
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    I was 23 when I had my son. I'm 25 now, and I look pretty young. I hate taking my son to the mall because of the glares I get. And if we meet up with my older sister (who is 27 and looks younger than me) and my niece, we both get really interesting looks. People like to say stuff too.

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  • Misanthropical
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    I was 22 years old when I was pregnant with my oldest, but I looked a lot younger, so I got glared at, heard whispers of how shameful it was that teenagers were going around getting knocked up and how I must be a slut.

    I would whip around point to my wedding ring, telling the person how old I was and how I was married to my baby's father. Do you think a single one of those god awful people apologized? Hell no! I was just wearing a fake ring and covering for the fact that I was indeed a teenage slut.

    Heck, even now when people find out I have a 15 year old son assume I was 15 or 16 years old when I had him. Those people do apologize when I tell them how old I was when I had him, though.

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  • blas
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    Aren't those the babies for the "Baby Think It Over" program at local high schools?

    We have a big problem with teen pregnancy where I live, so obviously the local schools really push for that program.

    My little brother had the baby for a weekend. He got angry that I wouldn't watch it while he worked. He got mad that he had to take it with him everywhere he went because my parents weren't going to watch it either.

    So he decided the pets would babysit. LoL.

    Those toys record the amount of time it takes to shush the baby, how often you hit it (if you do) and all that good stuff.

    It's a good idea in theory, but I don't think putting the key in its back really teaches kids how to calm a baby.

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  • symposes
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    What would be worth seeing, is if you went to a resturant. got the glares, said, "Its not a real baby!" and proceeded to show off how its not real. Then 20 minutes later police show up with CPS to take it away from the "unfit" mother!

    haha
    I would love to see something like that.
    Specially if they never figured out it wasnt a real baby.
    AHAHAHA

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  • Peppergirl
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    I had my first child when I was 18, but I looked alot younger at the time.

    I am familiar with these types of glares, believe me. It's horrifying.

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  • crazylegs
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    People will always look at 'what is different', ask anyone with a facial mark, any kin of visible disability of someone who (in someway) appears not to be the average. If a lot of girls in your area had kids then people would be desesitised and wouldn't look, as is stands I'm thinking teenage pregnancy is reasonably rare there.

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  • Irving Patrick Freleigh
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    I remember seeing those robotic babies being carried around by girls in my high school.

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  • Nox
    started a topic The next person to glare...

    The next person to glare...

    ...will lose their entire FACE.

    I only just remembered this. It was from mid-way through last year. These weren't all Sucky Customers (although, some were), and they weren't all Sucky Employees (although some were). This was Sucky GENERAL POPULATION.

    My friend Red, from my fish&chips post, took our schools' Caring for Children class. One of the assignments was to take care of a robotic baby for three days.They work like this: they cry at random, and you have to put a key in their backs, change their diapers, feed them, then they shut up for a few hours. They look like real babies.

    Red, our friend whom we call Dinker and I decided to go into town one of the days she had the baby.

    People were unbearably rude.

    The waitress at the cafe glared at her. The people on the streets muttered, sneered and glared. Most of the people behind the counters at the store were short with us. It took us until lunch time (the kid kept us up all night, we were running on three hours sleep, so give me a break!) to realize why.

    Because my fifteen year old friend had a baby in her arms.

    She had a baby, so they decided we were all scum, and as such they could treat us like we had commited a crime. Even thinking about it now makes me mad.

    I don't get it. She's (supposedly) a teen mum, so you give us sub-standard service? You are allowed to call her a 'slut' behind her back? What the Hell!?!

    Red just laughed about and suggested we sit in the church yard.
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