"One woman’s choice," in the Washington Post today:
While I have no doubt there can be joys and victories in raising a mentally handicapped child, for me and for Mike, it’s a painful journey that we believe is better not taken. To know now that our son would be retarded, perhaps profoundly, gives us the choice of not continuing the pregnancy. We don’t want a life like that for our child, and the added worry that we wouldn’t be around long enough to care for him throughout his life.
…I’m sure pro-lifers don’t give you the right to grieve for the baby you chose not to bring into the world (another euphemism, although avoiding the word "abortion” doesn’t take any sting out of the decision to have one). Only now do I understand how entirely personal the decision to terminate a pregnancy is and how wrong it feels to bring someone else’s morality into the discussion.
Articles like this upset me. I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like to read it for the parents who welcome, raise, and love children who have Down’s Syndrome.
And what does it feel like to have aborted such a child, when you happen to see the rare family that includes and loves a child exactly as yours might have been?
Ninety percent of these children, by someone else’s choice, never see the light of day.