Maternal Instinct Not Guaranteed

We are creatures with some unique coping abilities. One of the most often used coping strategies used by humans is avoidance. We avoid thinking about (or seeing) unpleasant or disturbing behavior. Which is why people are so often surprised to find out that the neighbors are getting a divorce because he/she was a violent person. It is the same method many people use to deny that some females do not make good mothers. Hell, some of them do not even want  children. They are just an unfortunate by-product of a sex act. For these females a child is just one more thing they do not have time for. 


Now, before we stray of the subject and start making assumptions about economic status or promiscuity. Let's get it straight these females may or may not be human, some are, some are not, and still others act like the lowest form of life. If they are humans, they may come from any background, lifestyle, of economic situation. That is a subject for another time. This is about genetics, instincts, and maybe a little misinformation. Another little caveat, I am drawing on my own observations of, interactions with, and reading on, these females. I am not a psychologist, scientist, or sociologist. I am just an ordinary person who has stepped in and stepped up when the need has arisen. Okay, now then where was I?


Actually my first opportunity to witness the total lack of maternal attachment was with my own mother. Sadly, I can not honestly say I ever remember receiving affection of any kind from her. I remember from a very early age the feeling that my granny loved me. Not a real memory mind you; Just a feeling of warmth and softness that I always associated with her. The first feeling I can remember in relation to my mother is one of annoyance, frustration, and probably more than a little stress. I am sure she had every reason to feel the things. She married young (17-18) and I was the reason. Then two more children in as many years and she split from my father before the second(my sister) was born. I have vague memories of us living with the grandparents, then a daycare center and a bus that took us to a small space up to many stairs for little legs. A sleepy brother and sister and not much food. All of this is clouded with those feelings frustration and annoyance, maybe even resentment. I was young and not completely sure. I know there wasn't love time and actions proved that out. 


I am going to pause here and post this portion of a much larger story. You can help me by reading what is here and leaving your feedback in the comments. i will write some more later today or tomorrow depending of life events. Thanks in advance for your help.