You ready to:
- Take care of your child not being potty trained properly until their a teenager?
- Always feel that your kid will never fit in with other kids other than the other special kids?
- Your kid has to take special classes and can’t participate in most activities or sports?
- Have your child be in a daytime facility when they leave high school? You better pray that they’re smart enough to hold a job when they grow up!
- Constantly worry about your child’s safely well into their adult lives because they have the understanding of a 10 year old?
- Sometimes they die in their 40s as well, depending on how severe their disability is.
- And the list can go on….
What you are describing is essentially an extended childhood. "Wow, imagine how hard raising a heckin kiddo is... and then imagine doing it AT LEAST TWICE AS LONG!" Naked, incontinent, stupid, and helpless you came into this world, and the brightest conclusion you can look forward to is leaving it the same way. When that time draws near, perhaps your children will ask themselves: "what would LavenderMenace want?" And, if they really know you well, and they've really taken your teachings to heart, they will answer: "my personal comfort", then hire a specialist to carve you apart limb by limb, take whatever inheritance or life insurance money there is, and use it to further their personal comfort even more, then go post to likeminded people online about what good people they are for updoots and asspats and heckin validation that they made the best decision.
Yes, I am ready for all of that. I know this because my father was a good man, who raised me to be a good man. When he suddenly developed dementia in his 50s, I got to learn firsthand exactly how full of shit you are. "Not properly potty trained"? Try fully incontinent. "In a daytime facility"? You think I can afford that? Places won't even provide respite care if the person in question isn't old enough. "Smart enough to hold a job"?
Smart enough to say your name is a precious gift, one I got to hold onto to the end. Smart enough to follow basic instructions is an unthinkable godsend to one with no executive function. The understanding of a 10 year old? A 10-year-old doesn't get the pull cord of window blinds wrapped around his neck. I found thumbtacks in my spaghetti with my tongue. "Has to take special classes"? Any growth at all is a blessing. Anything is better than watching your loved one die - not their body, but
them - in slow motion.
Before that, I would've hemmed and hawed and "gee, I don't know, it's a hard situation, I guess you never really know what you'd do until it happens...". But I've lived through it, and I survived, and now I must admit I am filled with contempt on reading your whining about the horrors of having a particularly dumb 10-year-old. I have learned that of all the flaws a person can have, acknowledged stupidity that can be treated as such is rather low on the list. It is a nuisance to deal with, and it requires learning and adaptation on the part of those dealing with it, but it can be managed. Such is not the case, for example, for those prone to senseless and reckless violence, for whom the only humane recourse is the asylum.
The moral musings of many users I find contemptible. With one breath they decry the lack of shame in modern society, they denounce the MAID programs in Canada, and with the next they announce that actually killing inconvenient offspring is a good thing and it's important to talk about it so as to promote its spread.
Based on skimming search results, people with Down Syndrome account for roughly 0.05-0.1% of the US population. I haven't checked, but I would assume not many of them reproduce. In terms of eugenics, they are a non-factor. Compared to the resources sucked up by blacks and foreigners (and the problems caused), they are an economic non-factor. They do not scheme, plot, or conspire for the benefit of their ingroup or to spread degeneracy, nor do they burn down cities and loot stores, nor do they weasel their way into HR roles to engage in nepotistic hiring practices, nor do they blow themselves up in crowded places, or if they do any of this, they have not been effective enough for me to notice. They generally live just as happy and content a life as anyone else, which is quite easy to do because they are mentally children. And yet to read the postings of some of these oh-so-"Christian" kiwis who "of course oppose abortion usually", you would think that dissecting them in the womb was saving them from the gates of hell itself. There is exactly one reason to abort Down Syndrome children in particular, and that is that they are inconvenient. I can respect a humble spirit willing to admit his cowardice, and I can shake my head sadly at the jaded penny-pincher (shekelgrubber, you might call him) grumbling about a miniscule portion of his taxes, but I cannot abide the pretense that such an action is anything but selfish.
