I am going to apologize now for the long post!
Most of you know that Todd & I are pretty anti-technology. We
don't have tv (well, just a tv to watch movies - no channels). We don't
have smartphones (no internet or picture texts on our phones!). We only
have 1 laptop and it has a password on it so there is always
accountability for everyone in the house. Actually, I am the only one
that even uses it!
Last week my cell phone started acting
weird. It's 3 years old so I decided to go and get an upgrade. This
actually caused me to have some anxiety, knowing that smartphones really
are the only option now. So, 2 days ago I took the plunge and upgraded
to an iPhone. I know, big deal. Almost all of our friends have
smartphones and laugh when I text them and say, "Hey, I can't open your
text!" But for me, THIS IS HUGE. I hate change. Seriously, I hate it.
Like, a lot. (You get the point!) One of the things I spoke to the
salesman about was my fear of my kids (or me!) seeing something on-line
that they should not see. Yes, we shelter our children. Their lives
before they became our children were more traumatic than anything you
could ever imagine. No one should go through the crap they have gone
through. So yes, I want to put them in bubble-wrap and protect them for
as long as possible.
Anyway.... I got the new phone. Put a
password on it. And had a talk with the kids about how it is not a toy.
The next morning I went to actually set up and customize my phone (all
the phone store did was transfer my contacts and my photos.). Imagine
my surprise-horror-disgust-shock-sadness when I went to change my
wallpaper picture and was given the option of 185 graphic-horrible
pornographic images to chose from!
Made this momma burst into tears and want to vomit. Where did these
images come from and how did they get onto my phone?! I immediately
called customer service and was told that there must have been some kind
of problem when they transferred my info and that I should go to the
store when they opened a few hours later. She implied that a worker in
the store probably intentionally put them on my phone. She asked me to look at one of the pictures to see when it was put on
my phone. The day before, at 2:45 pm. The same time the store was
setting up my phone.
Back to the store I went, as soon as they
opened. I was ready to cancel my service and go back to the days of
just a landline. The 2 workers in the store were not very understanding
at all. They even acted weird that this would even offend me. Their attitude was like, People look at pictures like that all of the time, no big deal.
Except that it IS a big deal. After a few hours of playing with the
phone and resetting it multiple times, and doing some research, here is
what we found out. Those images came from my old phone. Which is
impossible since my old phone had no way of getting on the internet.
And, the date on the actual pictures was from before I even put the SD
card into the phone. Yep, the images were from the SD card that I put
into my phone. BUT, when you would look at my images they would not
appear. And, if you put the SD card into my laptop, those images would
not appear. However, when we put it into an android phone in their
store, the images showed up. I am not sure how those images got on
there before the SD card became mine. But it makes me sad and scares
the crap out of me. As a parent, this scares me. There is yet another
way for children to be able to hide stuff from their parents. (For the
record, I know my children had nothing to do with any of us since the
images are from long before they came to America!) It makes me sad that
we live in a world that hides things. We hide our true feelings. We
hide our struggles. We hide true intentions. It makes me sad for the
person that looked at those images while they put them on that card. I
did some research and read that when you view pornography, your brain
stores those images and they pop up at random times in your memory. I
can attest to this. I have had to pray without ceasing to keep those
horrific images from popping up in my mind. Lastly, I am sad for the
people in those images. How lost they must have been to think that
doing something like those pictures would give them love (or whatever it
was they were looking for.)
I am so thankful that I discovered those images and not my husband or children.
So parents, learn from my mistakes. Be proactive. And be involved.
If you are one of those people that struggle with looking at pornography, check out the work that
PROVEN Men is doing. It is a battle you do not have to fight alone.
