I honestly cannot believe some of the things that I'm reading in this thread. Most of all it is incredibly disappointing not just here but that anyone would make a comment like that to anyone else. Friends or not.
My younger brother is mentally disabled. I would never EVER think that someone else would have the choice of whether or not he was productive enough to be able to continue his life on this earth.
My little brother, PJ, is turning 20 in a matter of days, he has the mental capacity of MAYBE a 13 yr old, if that. And even through the hardest times of dealing with his handicap I thank whatever higher power is up there that he has survived thus far.
My parents did not have any clue in what to do with him growing up.
His teachers didn't know what to do with him, and all they ever tried to do was get him out of their class because all of the other kids beat up on him, made fun of him. He even was subjected to the embarrassment of a girl beating him up and he took it because if anything he knows respect and to not hit a female under any circumstance. No one could understand his point of view.
My father was in complete denial and at times called him a retard and refused to believe that something like my little brother could ever come from him. And when my parents split up, refused to take him under any circumstance. He refused to try and get him help in any way, and even refused medical treatment, even if it was necessary to PJ. My mother, myself and my three older brothers were all that there was for PJ.
My mother had 3 nervous breakdowns within 10 years. She'd get so frustrated with no one being willing to help her or PJ. She tried to get him into home schooling, but that drove her to her 3rd breakdown.
I have been taking care of PJ since I was 14. I was the mom of the house since my father refused to do anything. I cooked, cleaned, helped PJ in any way I could. I became everything to him. As far as I was concerned it was the survival of the fittest, and I wasn't about to let him slip under the rug of the system. It was just the 2 of us.
I have watched PJ progress, he is hands down the hardest working person I've ever met, his mind isn't capable of comprehending everything, but he has more ethics and morals than 95% of the people I know.
As far as I'm concerned, even with our hardest times, PJ has taught me more than I could ever learn on my own. And whether or not you people can recognize it, handicapped and disabled people contribute a lot more to society than you think.
Since then, I have volunteered in numerous places trying my best to help the less fortunate. Simply because they deserve as human beings to live like normal people as best as possible. Most of them, are wonderful people. With so much to give. And from what it sounds like, is that most of you haven't taken the time out to look at what a day in the life of one of them must be like. Why not go and take time out of your own way to help someone else.
Love and support aren't the only things that the less fortunate contribute, heavier things, like being humble, and grateful that you are more fortunate than they were. It was not their fault they were born like they were. Why choose to pick them out and punish them by DEATH?
People who are born with disabilities and live to be as old or older than my own flesh and blood, have over come a lot. And that in itself should be inspiration. Just another thing that they do contribute.
And how dare people be so pompous in thinking that we can give someone the "privelidge" of picking and choosing who dies and who is allowed to live and breathe and see another day.
Whether or not mentally, or physically disabled, people have a right to live.
And that's what it comes down to.
How about we look at people who have 20 children and are living off of the government (here anyway) and say, hey, I know you're a grown person and all, but we've decided that we're going to kill you. You're taking up to many resources. When it's your time, you'll die. Otherwise, it's no one else's decision besides their own.
Call me naive, but I never knew there was such a predjudice this strong against disabilities in the world. And we are only the slightest percentage.
You look at them in normal everyday places and stare, because they're different. I look at them and see inspiration, that they are strong enough, no matter what the disability, to go on another day. I'm so upset I'm rambling. That's my .02