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Memaw
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Thank you and God Bless you!! I don’t have a disability,(although in my old age I’m beginning to get some pretty strong aches and pains), but I do know what you mean about wonderful, kind and loving people that help when in need. I call them my Simons. and I pray for them every day. You will be one of my Simons now as you helped lift my faith in the human race once again. God Bless, MemawAs someone with muscular dystrophy these topics get me angry, Especially when phrases like "quality of life’ and other cloak phrases are bandied about. I say ‘cloak’ because they are a way of de-legitimatizing my life or personhood. I’ve experienced it plenty of times, usually from humanists.
So you’re the parent of a child with a disability? It isn’t the end of the world. And excuse me, but just because you donated a sperm or an egg doesn’t give you the right to tell me that my life is not worth living. I’ve gone to college, received degrees, been around the world and married a loving woman. I thank God for my life. It maybe difficult at times, but everyone has a cross. Just because your child has a disability does not mean their future is set in stone.
Be honest. This isn’t about the would-be child. It’s that you don’t really wish to be bothered and have to have a seemingly perfect life. What if you had a healthy child and then something terrible happened that left him/her permanently physically or mentally disabled? It can and does happen. Still wouldn’t want to be bothered? Euthanize them, perhaps?
Do I need extra help at mundane tasks? Certainly. I’ve seen terrible reactions from people. But you know what else? I’ve also seen remarkable kindness, love and selflessness. As much I hate my disability it has also allowed me to see the spirit of Christ move people and that can be a beautiful gift as well.