are women the oppressors of women?

Perhaps I support the system that can put me in the most advantage, instead of in consideration for the general welfare of others. I support a system that respect individuality and freedom of expression... maybe this isn't the best system for some, though I can't think of people who won't benefit from this system yet... but there are many things I haven't thought of.
In a book I've read a few weeks ago the author talked about going into a 'primitive'(without writing) society in which men hunted and women scavenged for wild foods. They had a rule there that men should eat first. So one day the author had found a tree full of fruits and she decided to take a bite. Immediately the other women were shouting at her and accusing her - that she should have let her husband eat the fruit first. For the men, it took no great effort for them to maintain such a society - to ostracize others or what-not, because the women did that themselves.
In another case, my teacher showed us a survey conducted about two elite highschools in my city, one school was all boys and the other school was all girls. What struck me about the report was that the all girls school was more prone to maintaining tradition and the students in the school by majority supported conservative culture much more than the boys' school or coed schools.
This brings me to my questions : Who is really responsible for upholding repressing systems towards women? How many percentage of women actively participated in the women's right movement before it became a popular idea? Are men the true maintainers of tradition? For I believe in every instance if the majority of women in a society desired more equal opportunities and treatment it isn't so hard to achieve - unless they could not unite or they were not in the majority. If all the women in highly tradition muslim society protest, surely the men would not find it worth their while to punish all of them.
That is why women should not learn to read and write. That is why women should stay home. ..?
One of my classmates presented a report about abortion today. She asked the girls in my class whether they were for or against abortion, she was disappointed to find that 10 out of 14 girls in my class supported abortion (she was vehemently against it), 2 out of 14 against, and 2 out of 14 undecided. Reasons: too young at this age, men may not be responsible, rape-child undesirable, future to look forward, do not really want to have a child so doesn't matter if harms further pregnancy opportunities... It was then that I suggested she ask the guys in my class because I expected she would find interesting results, she did:
15 out of 22 were against abortion
3 out of 22 for
4 out of 22 undecided
reason against: It's my child so I should take care it.
Hypothesis for large number of guys against:1. lack of realistic view 2. would not believe self would make girlfriendpregnant b/c a:do not have girlfriend b: believes oneself would practice safe sex.3. The boys in my school in more responsible than most (because my highschool is considered elite and needs good grades to enter)
Is the program against abortion as a viable policy mostly headed by women? How much percentage of women are really against abortion or is it only because those who head these movements are the ones more outspoken than most?
I believe that to further understand this situation I could poll women who have been pregnant before and those who already have children. I expect that men's ratio concerning this issue will mostly be the same in various stages of life, but for women ideas change if there has actually been a little life growing inside or you are faced with infertility. I believe none of my female classmates have experienced that stage of life yet. Is there already information on this?

Early years

My mother told me that I was jabbering away by the time I was eight months old - quite noisy, really. I remember that I used to be ignored for what I said because I used to say too much, and eventually I learned to speak to myself or suppose my listener was listening... in junior high I stopped saying everything out loud and instead starting writing everything I thought down. Recently I've discovered a few things I've written in the past and it surprises me... that I felt so vividly at the time. I guess I really cannot comprehend how feelingly I expressed myself until later on, when I look back from a different stage in life and relive the seconds. Rarely do I feel regret about what I had written - I may have seemed immature from a 'now' perspective, but it is a way to store memories - like a key that reopens sensations that would be difficult to relive otherwise. Sometimes I feel surprised that I could have thought those thoughts - and it seems that as I grow older, creativity comes less to me, because I'm weaning out fantastic thoughts that seem too absurd to be applied.
At four my mother was showing me picture books and before I started elementary school I could read the chinese alphabet. This skill became detrimental to my later learning, in fact, because I hadn't learnt patience with reviewing things, and since the teacher was teaching the chinese alphabet anew to the whole class, I took up the habit of zoning out. It has cost me many precious lessons that I did not know I hadn't learnt yet.
I distinctly remember owning robots that could turn into trucks or tanks or planes if you twisted them the right way. I remember losing them one by one because I would take them out to play and lose them... but I cannot remember how or where. It was excessively confusing to me that I had lost them and I had my first anxiety fit over losing something I owned. These fits have occured on and off since then because I am extremely careless. But I'm learning from this - that I should not care so much about the things I own. It becomes a time wasting burden to mourn objects lost. Perhaps that is partially why I am unwilling to love people intimately - love, whether willing or no, eventually becomes something that one owns, an anchor to earth and self. If a person were to part willingly, it would become a pain that in my state of maturity I am not able to cope with. I have many years yet, I guess, to learn mature relationships, both with objects of possession and objects of obsession.
My affair with dolls was tenacious at best. It seemed, though a girl could own many dolls, and I indeed had half a dozen, I could only love one at a time, and felt extremely discomfited if a grownup were to give me a new doll because I would have to keep it/love it and then I could not love my other dolls, though I reassured them I cared for them I knew it was no longer the same. I also tried to play with them as if they were real and treat them as real people since my own playmates were few and far between. Also because that was the way kids in story books and cartoons played with their dolls, right? It was a deeply unsatisfying relationship, especially since I started to imagine one of my dolls would suck my blood from my neck each night as I slept . Which must be due to accidentally viewing one of my parent's rented horror movies. Seeing movies like that is extremely harmful to a child.
At that time I started to notice the way I lulled myself to sleep - by letting my mind wander. For a while I combined wild meditation with before sleep mind wandering by pretending, for example, that the room was rocking like the hull of a ship, or that I had wandered out of my body and was soaring over the surrounding landscape. It felt so real - the soaring over edifaces, at peace with self.. and yet feeling so indescribably guilty over the freedom that I experienced in such excursions.