So it’s all about the parent not about the child!
A parent who MURDERS their disabled child in the womb is NO DIFFERENT to murdering a disabled person in the street. Same thing, and it is delusional to think otherwise. God sits in judgment.
So, how many Downs kids have you all adopted?
People with Downs syndrome make the world a better place. Their lives have definite value.
One thing this article doesn’t touch on is how much pressure there is on expecting parents to have amniocentesis (i.e. search and destroy) tests performed. When my wife was expecting I flat-out refused to even consider this option.
It was disturbing to meet so many other expecting parents who knew the gender of their baby-to-be because they had decided to have this test done.
I have a neice with what I was told was downs syndrome, she is no more than a vegetable, so I don`t know.
I wonder how they will defend their choice when they are at the Gate of Saint Peter?
People will defend murder all day long these sad days it seems
Many people would be surprised to find out that they COULD handle it and they and their child COULD have happy lives. They sell themselves short. The idyllic life they imagine sharing with their “perfect” child is no more realistic than the purgatory they imagine they would suffer with their Down Syndrome child. I sure hope their “perfect” kid never gets a serious illness or is badly injured in an accident.
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this......
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”
“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
Life is a test.
Jesus will grade it.
I can't understand choosing to kill it rather than deliver it and give it to a couple who is willing to adopt it.
A dead baby is more palatable than a given away baby ... can't wrap my mind around that. So wrong.
Just because a life is difficult doesn’t mean it’s not right. Furthermore, I can think of few things more painful, both emotionally and physically, than being killed by one’s mother with acid, scissors, or vacuums. Life for Down’s kids can not be as painful as being ripped apart. What is teasing compared to being killed? Everyone, no matter disabled or not, experiences teasing. And what about other learning disabilities? Dyslexia, dysgraphia, etc. should we kill anybody with anything the least bit wrong with them? What’s this Nazi Superman mentality? It’s so easy to condemn the Nazis, yet we do nothing about the Nazis amongst us.