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Admittedly, my problems were never bad enough to where I was "removed from the world" (as people paint those with disorders like autism and down's syndrome and the like) despite being autistic and epileptic. It's really hard to characterize a "who has it worse" thing with spectrum disorders or mental disorders in general, not only because individuals are different, but there's always a bias about how we'd deal with something if we were put in that position, but we can never truly know exactly what it's like to be in another person's shoes. However, from personal experience, I can say personally, I would never willingly wish someone to go through what I went through. At the same time, those experiences made me who I am, and though things were difficult and there were times where I was in a bad place, I appreciate the things in my life, because without them, who knows what I'd be like by now. That isn't to say autism defines me, but I certainly wouldn't be the same person without it, I could be a total stranger compared to the person I am now.
It's really tricky to discuss because you can never truly figure out where "normal" begins and autism ends. Weird quirks I have sometimes make me wonder if I do that because that's me, or because I'm "broken" in a way that makes that a norm for someone like me. I got it beaten into me as a child by my peers and community that I was a sinner, a demon, a curse, a sociopath, a weirdo, a retard, and a "lesser" individual, and again, My situation, by all rights, is much better than I could have been (not that there's anything wrong with LFA's and other individuals that would be seen by many as less functioning than me).
I constantly worry about things like having kids, because while I'd love to have kids, I'm worried about what genes I'd be passing on to them, and I feel responsible for ensuring that they have the genes that would give them a pop flyin' life. I would never want to lose a child before I died, I would never want to be in a situation where my child had malformed organs, developmental issues, loss of limbs, loss of senses, loss of mental capacity. No good parent would want any of these things for their kids. But, no matter how things would turn out, they're my kids. If they become paralyzed, blind, comatose, or deteriorative, I would love them no less than if they weren't.
But, it's a tricky balancing act, and the words you choose are important. I do not pity those who live with these issues. If there's any thing to pity about them, it's the fact that pity is heaped upon them by people who couldn't personally see themselves or their kids "that way". We hope the best for the ones we love and care about, but at the same time, we shouldn't make these things out to be "terrible life-ending things".
But again, for these decisions, it's well outside of our views to be able to determine whether suicide or abortion is the right thing to do. We have no way of telling exactly whether life is worth living to the unborn, despite their problems, and even though we may never personally see ourselves living that way, it doesn't mean they share that opinion.
But really, again, we would never know what it's like to be in another person's shoes. If we were in their shoes, we wouldn't be us, we'd be another person entirely. And hey, maybe that person would handle the situation much differently, in a way we can't truly appreciate.
We have but one life to live out our inner selves. Even if we are eventually reborn, it will be as another person, a new self entirely separate from us besides being derived from us in some fashion, much like having a child.
We have a finite amount of timeto be our true self, some less than others, some that burn out before they even begin to express that self. But the total sum of everything we are, all of our hopes, dreams, habits, tics, thoughts, feelings, capablities, EVERYTHING is who we truly are.
And that's something to always appreciate.
_________________ -K-
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