disabled? Any form. Mentally, physically … doesn’t matter.
Before I had children I always said, if I would get told very early on in a pregnancy that my child would be mentally disabled, I wouldn’t want it.
I wouldn’t want my child to maybes suffer because of the majority of the “illness” or maybe because of stares from strangers or maybe because he/she would get treated differently.
Of course every parent got the right to decide what is right for him/her.
But when I was trying for my last one, I miscarried twice. I was longing for this lost child which went to the stars to come back to me and when it finally happened and the doctor asked if I wanted to get all those routine checks to see if there are any kind of disabilities, I shot out a straight answer which he didn’t argue any further.
It was a determined “no!” I wanted this baby no matter what! I already loved this baby which wasn’t bigger than a bean.
I think it is always easy to say, “I will not/ I don’t want…” before (something) even happened.
Just a thought I had….