A couple of weeks ago, the Washington Post published a sobering statistic: It seems there has been a huge spike in suicides among white middle-age women.
Suicide is an unspeakable tragedy. We lost a dear friend that way, and I wouldn’t wish the resulting pain on anyone. Suicide shatters lives, instills guilt and raises unanswerable questions.
The rise in suicides is hitting several groups, but the sudden spike – 80 percent – in suicides among white middle-age women is curious. This is a specific and unusual demographic.
Causative factors for suicide are hard to pin down. The Washington Post article states, “Last decade’s severe recession, more drug addiction, ‘gray divorce,’ increased social isolation, and even the rise of the Internet and social media may have contributed to the growth in suicide, according to a variety of people who study the issue. But economic distress – and dashed hopes generally – may underpin some of the increase, particularly for middle-age white people.”
Being a white middle-age woman, I’d like to put forth a theory about what I believe might be causing my cohorts to feel such pain that they feel compelled to end their lives:
Before you spew your coffee all over the keyboard, hear me out. Clearly, what follows does not apply to every suicide in this demographic, but I believe feminism is an unexamined influence in the sudden rise of deaths.
For women of my generation (53), feminism had a massive impact. It was instrumental in shaping our culture, our worldview and most especially our personal lives. As a young woman, I lived and breathed feminism. I gullibly swallowed every talking point they put out: the freedom of birth control, the need for legalized tax-paid abortion, the knowledge that we didn’t need children to make us “fulfilled,” the belief in career as the most fulfilling aspect in life, the knowledge that women could have it all with effortless ease.
Remember the old Enjoli perfume ads from the 1980s?
But was it true? Could a woman have it all? Could she “bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan” and never let her husband forget he’s a man?
Maybe. At least the Enjoli woman had a family – a husband and children. But my guess is a significant number of the suicide victims in this demographic did not.
The feminist mantra, of course, is women need men like fish need bicycles. Women were supposed to put themselves first. They were supposed to want everything else – career, education, sexual freedom without repercussions – more than they wanted a family. Children were a burden, and Planned Murderhood rose to national prominence to meet the “need” created by that lie. Endless millions of women killed their babies so they wouldn’t derail their careers. Endless more women put off trying to have babies until it was biologically too late. Yet more women never married, or failed to hold their marriages together because their feminist agenda got in the way of the relationship.
“People [were] growing up with a certain expectation … and the Great Recession and other things have really changed that,” said Julie A. Phillips, a professor of sociology at Rutgers University who studies the demography of suicide. “Things aren’t panning out the way people expect. I feel for sure that has had an effect.”
Substitute “feminism” for “the Great Recession” and read that paragraph again. Could the promises of feminism have failed so spectacularly that women of my age or older knew in their hearts they missed out on their biological calling of marriage and family?
The hard-core emphasis on abortion is one of the biggest doses of poison for young women. Consider this article, which illustrates the staggering amount of blatant brainwashing on college campuses: “Atheists display fetus-shaped cookies at university pro-abortion rally.”
This trains young women to become (or remain) callous and indifferent about their unique powers to give life. They learn killing their own offspring is no big deal. Now fast forward to when these women are in their 50s or 60s. They have no children to love, they have no genetic legacy, they have nothing. Their line ends with them. They aborted their only child (or maybe they aborted more than one; I know someone who aborted three), and now the biological reality has caught up with them. Their future is bleak, empty.
Without faith to sustain them – remember, God was kicked out and the holy sacrament of abortion brought in – these women had nothing but feminism to shore them up … and feminism proved to be a false god.
When the economy tanked, many of these dedicated career women found themselves jobless. At this point, perhaps they realized they had no anchor, no foundation and no family to sustain them through dark times. They found themselves alone, all alone. As they looked ahead to the dark empty years before them and realized they murdered the children who might have offered comfort, perhaps the gravity of the feminist lies caught up with them. The promises of Ultimate Fulfillment through career were gone. Turns out those fish needed bicycles after all.
This is what feminism has wrought.
Feminism is ultimately selfish – it’s all about ME – and when women have spent their whole lives me-focused and then realize they’ve reached middle age and no one cares about them, the concept may be more than some can handle.
We – my husband and I – are at the point in life where we’re facing the classic empty nest. One child (age 20) is on her own, working in another part of the country. The other child (age 18) is attending classes toward her chosen career and thinking about moving in with a friend. It’s hard to watch our beloved daughters embark on their adult lives, but it fits with the correct order of things.
However there’s still so much to come. We have each other, we have the lifestyle (small farm) we’ve built up over the last two decades, we have a solid faith in God and His goodness, and we have much to look forward to – watching our daughters’ lives unfold, welcoming future sons-in-law and hopefully someday dandling grandchildren on our knees.
But too many women bought the feminist poison and consumed it, sip by sip, over their entire lives. For some, the pain is now so great they see no option except to take their own life.
When a major statistical change occurs in an entire demographic, there’s a reason. In my opinion the reason is obvious: After all, haven’t the feminist-led women gotten everything they wanted? They have no children to complicate their world, and no God for the life ever after.
To women everywhere, I beg you: be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.
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