Question by Sky: Why do some people believe that the handicap are nothing more than a burden and should be terminated?
Apologies for this long post, but after I saw one poster’s suggestion that we all should kill people with varying degrees of disability, I was just…stunned!
I have to say something in my defense on this issue and I just want those people to see what I have to go through being handicapped–so they will know that it’s not an easy thing.
I was born a preemie with cerebral palsy; weighed in at 2 pounds 8 ounces.
When I as a teenager, I diagnosed with a bi-polar disorder and ADD/ADHD.
In the past 8 years?
It’s COPD, Vitamin D Deficiency Syndrome, Recurrent Calcium Stone Disease, Factor Five Leiden, an optic nerve degeneration disorder, and sleep apnea–among other things.
My entire life from the get go was nothing but hardships, challenges, and failure.
I didn’t just stand by and let the world roll me over a good one. I eventually stood up for myself, I fought the good fight, and made something of my life–even though I still suffer from failing health. (Not as bad as Dennis Hopper’s though.)
And while I may not be a *major* contributor to our all important capitalist system of free market principles, I still have some value and importance in people’s lives.
Just not in terms of material wealth and money.
But no matter how different we are born, or are saddled with either physical or mental problems, it doesn’t mean that we should just be cast aside or want to see those afflicted killed out of social ignorance–because some people see people like me as a “burden”, or fail to understand just what it is that makes people like myself wholly dependent on medical and government assistance.
I just wish these same types would walk in my shoes for a day and see what I have to go through just to survive.
What’s it is like to have to use inhalers–because you can’t breathe normally–or have to take blood-thinners because you have a malfunctioning clotting factor, or any of the other types of medications which regulates your high blood pressure, asthma, depression, and keeps the nerve sheaths in both eyes from disintegrating prematurely. (Though this will lead to eventual blindness–for now, I am lucky to still have my sight.)
And to top it all off? A half dozen or more doctor appointments to deal with all these issues:
Having to run all over town to get poked, prodded, scanned and blood drawn on time, or wired up like a guinea pig for a sleep study, x-rayed like crazy, BP checked on a monthly, vitals checked to make sure I’m still alive, weight checked to see if I’ve lost any more weight, and twice a year laser lithotripsy procedure for kidney stones–so the doctor in question can stick a stent up inside and give me all those wonderful pain pills afterward–leaving me without worries or fear.
The pain, the suffering, *everything* that I have to go through. It’s because I don’t have many other choices.
And it’s no picnic neither.
But even through all this, I keep going with a sense of humor because it’s easier to look at my problems through a different window and realize how lucky I am to be cared for by so many people, than just be negative about my situation and blame others for things clearly out of my control.
I couldn’t been born normally like my two brothers, but I wasn’t.
And that’s what makes me so special.
Thoughts?
Best answer:
Answer by Grand Theft Pantsâ„¢ (the 4th)
Boo hoo.
You think you have it hard now?
Wait until 0bamacare kicks in.
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