One less set of chromosomes, three chambered heart, web feet, occasional motor seizures, compromised respiratory and immune system,,who could love such an animal. Always trying to imitate Elvis Presley and believing Olympic Gold medals really mean anything. Can't go play with your friends because they have "special need". Besides who could stare/play in wonderment of a simple toy for hours. Always there with an understanding hug and ready for ice cream. So unless you are willing to give up that golf game and cocktail hour better abort. Next time you see one in public with their head down ask yourself how someTHING could absorb so much scorn. Walk over to them say hi, shake their hand and wonder who is the strongest/better person you or them.
I'm taking this to mean you go with the forced birthing side here. I believe women should have a choice in any case if they want to continue a pregnancy. That's a completely separate issue from handicapped children already born.
Of course you need to be courteous. There's a special needs gentleman, maybe about forty, I always stop to let him talk and chuckle along at his jokes. It's important to talk to them at whatever level they understand.
But the topic basically boils down to if you are a woman in your reproductive years would you be prepared to care for an exceptional child? Some women know it would be overwhelming and choose to terminate the pregnancy. We can't judge them. Abortion is an excruciating, heart breaking decision to make. A woman making such a choice doesn't need any more pain.
As far as having a special needs kid...something that makes it bearable is having gratitude in what your child CAN do. She can talk, motor mouth but as a toddler it was suggested she might never talk. Oooh she can talk your ear right off. She can read. Maybe not retain information but she reads well. Happy, enthusiastic, a whiz at video games. Sometimes we'll be in a store with video game displays.
Older kids, particularly boys will be playing and see her come up. Naturally all full of themselves, they think they're just being nice letting a special kid join them. Until she starts whipping their butts at whatever game they are playing. It's funny to see the shock on their faces. She's got big brothers, you guys don't have a prayer.
Something else that makes it bearable is knowing some families have it so much worse. There was a young man at the town pool. We spent most of August going there every day. You learned to tune him out. Maybe 18 years old, perched on the edge of the pool making guttural sounds that echoed for hours and hours. I guess he was happy though. A local shop owner has a son, grown and more than six feet tall. He has a service dog, no speech, difficulty walking, probably unable to take care of any physical needs independently. Compared to his poor family we have it really good ya know?