Joe90 wrote:
What? No.
Actually, I have to own up, I'm not keen on severely mentally ret*d people what will always need 24-hour care all their lives and are really just a pest. My friend's 28-year-old brother has Mental Retardation, and has a mind of a 2-year-old. He doesn't wear nappies, but when he needs the toilet he pulls the nearest carer in the care home by the hand to the toilet, and they have to wipe his bum for him.
And when he gets in a temper he does some really unique things, like tip the fridge over or crawls into a cupboard and stays there for hours.
He is quite comtempt playing with toys all day. That's the only thing that keeps him happy. Nobody wants to take him out because they find him ''to embarrassing'', but when one of the carers takes him out they wear a special badge to say that they're caring for this person, so that people will know more why he is acting very different.
This is why I don't want children. My brain is pretty f**** up, my children will be born with f**** up brains and all.
I can relate to this post.
I also feel really guilty about it. When I see people like the man you described, I admit, I end up thinking, 'why do people bother sacrificing themselves for you?' Especially mothers of disabled children because it's taboo to abort foetuses for disabilities - they're expected to be total martyrs. It's okay if the state pays people who enjoy it to look after severely disabled people. I wished they did that more often and that carers had more respite available.
My partner has more severe Asperger's than me, and I already resent the amount that I have to 'look after him'. I have more mental health problems than he does but because my executive functioning is better than his, I have to run the household. I would just like a break from it and I would like him to do the housework for once. I feel like just leaving it and letting him sort it out, but I know if I did that, our flat would turn into something out of 'Life of Grime' and that the electric and water would get cut off and the council woul be taking us to court.

I do it because I love him, but this is an example of how I can resent caring for someone who's barely even disabled. I really don't know what I'd do if I had a severely disabled child.
I feel lots of guilt because I grew up Catholic and had the whole 'sanctity of life' thing and the whole 'self-sacrifice makes you holier' stuff taught to me. It's very ingrained. I'm not religious any more and don't believe there's any sanctity or intrinsic purpose to life but I feel like a monster for thinking this way.
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