My brother has a 31 year old downs son and I honestly don’t know how he did/does it. If it was my child, I’d find it in me to do what’s best for the child, but it is a hard row to hoe.
My sister, who’ll be 42 on Pearl Harbor Day, has DS. Yes, it’s difficult; sometimes it’s heartbreaking; but every day, I can’t imagine life without her. They are so lovable and accepting of you, you can’t help but love them back. At least, that’s what I’ve found.