Many came to know Beccah Beushausen as a 26-year-old Chicagoan with a truly heartbreaking story. On her blog, Little One April, Beccah told the story of a doomed pregnancy. April, her unborn daughter, had been diagnosed with holoprosencephaly, a disease that would prevent her brain from properly developing, cause her face to be deformed and ultimately result in her early death. Beccah gathered thousands of readers as her audience of supporters checked in regularly to discover the fate of her child. Pro-life advocates championed her story of continued pregnancy in the face of grim reality. Beccah opened a post office box for donations just in case April had a chance. On June 7th Beccah reported the birth and subsequent death of her daughter April. The blog hit nearly a million views as sympathetic people expressed their sorrow. News doesn’t get much sadder.
Only, it never happened. Beccah made it all up.
It all unraveled after Beccah posted a picture of her briefly living daughter. A reader realized the baby in the picture was not a baby at all, but one of those creepy Reborn dolls. Hey, rookie mistake.
Sufficed to say, people are pissed, especially those who have experienced real child loss. To her end, Beccah’s blog is now an apology:
“In my life I’ve had good days and I have also dealt with a lot of pain, including the sorrow over the loss of life, among a lot of other things. I don’t say that to garner your sympathy or to lessen your anger. I say it because it is true. Was the loss present day? — No. But true, none the less. In my “calendar past,” perhaps, but still very much so in my present day to day.
“I lied and I am not trying to hide that, nor am I trying to minimize it. Worse still, I lied to a community of people whose only intention was to support me through this time and that is wrong, and for that I am sorrier than you could know.
“The #1 question I have been asked in the last few days is what I would tell people online who followed my story, who are now upset to find it is not true. – The simplest and most honest way that I can answer why I started lying (even prior to opening my blog) and started my blog is that I am struggling with my life. I have been dealing with unresolved pain that weighs heavy on my heart and which I have been unable to handle alone.”
Although she’s really super, super sorry, Beccah asks that people stop speaking hatefully of her. Why? Because she’s suffering enough.
“Like I have already mentioned these are excruciatingly hard days for me (yes, I understand days in which I have brought on myself) and as I try to pick the very pieces of my life up, I would ask that you could allow me to do that and not continue the hate, or the slander, or the harassment…”
“Others think I should be burned at the stake. I will just say that I have sought His forgiveness and I am also now seeking yours, whoever you are. I know some won’t want to forgive, I know some aren’t Christians so don’t feel the need to, and I know some just plain won’t, but regardless, I am sincerely asking you all anyways, that you will forgive me and understand.”
Wait a sec, “I know some aren’t Christians so don’t feel the need to”? If I’m not Christian I lack the moral fiber for forgiveness? Oh Beccah, we have so much work to do with you.
But the girl sure has suffered, right? All you mothers who actually lost babies in childbirth, bug off! You don’t know pain like Beccah does. You gotta love how she shield’s herself behind God’s robes to pull off that sanctimonious request.
I’m glad she’s sorry and I’m fully aware that Beccah’s problem likely runs very deep down a psychological fault line, but she seems fairly lucid so, I being not Christian and therefore guess I’m allowed to say it, you can suck it Beccah.