just walk in her shoes, and do it every day for 47 yrs...
people that have perfect children have no idea what it is like to have a disabled child, especially one that you know will never leave your house, and will be alone when you die.....
Yes, she being honest in saying that she, "WISHES EVERY DAY" that she had killed her son.
just walk in her shoes, and do it every day for 47 yrs...
people that have perfect children have no idea what it is like to have a disabled child,
And it sounds as if YOU support her. EVERY women who has an abortion has a "walk in my shoes" angle. This pathetic excuse, which YOU are repeating all over this thread, is used to justify an abortion EVERY 24 SECONDS in the United States. Congratulations, YOU are helping to justify the most barbaric and horrific act of genocide in human history.
Cherry, I’m not trying to be difficult. I am curious how you see these cases being handled in terms of policy. What kind of policy would you favor and how would you see it being implemented?
Wishing your child dead is noble, Right? /s
I am walking in a similar pair of shoes. My husband had a massive stroke, leaving him with physical, mental and emotional disabilities. I worry every day about will happen to him if I become unable to care for him. I worry that he will be at the mercy of someone who thinks mercy is death.
When he was rushed to the emergency room while having the stroke, I had the perfect opportunity to kill him, legally. Just keep him off life support, and he wouldn’t have lasted the day.
Every day, I regret not checking on him earlier that morning, to catch the stroke earlier. I have never regretted not killing him. It’s been over six years, and no matter how tough it gets, I’ve never wished he was dead.
Quite true. Every parent figures that someday they’ll watch their child walk down the aisle in marriage, go off to college, get a home of their own, etc. Nobody wants to still be caring for a 40-something child like an infant, with absolutely no light at the end of the tunnel. Still, why did they try to bring him on a vacation to Greece? Was there no one who could have cared for him while they were away? Why didn’t they give him up for adoption or, when he reached a certain age, place him in a home for people with Down’s where they could have visited him? Though I feel real sympathy for people in their position, abortion is murder and simply never an option.
My BFF walks in her shoes. Walks alone mind you because she’s a widow. Everything this couple talks about, I have seen first hand.
I would have more respect for this woman if she said “I wish I had given him up for adoption” or “I wish we had put him in an institution” or even today says “we can’t take it anymore” just out right puts him in a group home with other Trisomy 21 people. Anything but says “I wish I had aborted him” That so send the wrong message to women who are right now pregnant with a baby with Trisomy 21.
Cherry, I’m sorry for your son’s disability.
My husband’s aunt is mentally retarded (yes, the old term); she was normal in the womb, but suffered brain damage during delivery. I know for a fact that raising her wasn’t easy; her mother—my husband’s grandmother—and my mother-in-law have talked about it. But there are also lots of fun stories about her.
Even with all the trials involved in her care, I can guarantee you that no one ever wished her dead.
People do grow weary, of course. There can be such a thing as "compassion fatigue." But ordinary people can grow to greater and greater compassion when they respond to the everyday stimulus of need. She has --- if her words are indeed honest --- shrunk and shrunk to greater and greater resentment.
I hope she's just in a temporary bad patch, and she'll come out of it eventually. That's a possibility. Maybe she isn't getting the respite she's been needing. That can be very tough.
But if it truly has been chronic, that abiding homicidal ideation on her part is the result of her own daily resentful response. I do feel sorry for her, but I feel sorrier for her son, still living with his mother's radical I-wish-you-were-dead rejection after 47 years.