non capisco dove ho sbagliato con mia madre,da piccola eravamo legatissime e all' improvviso ha iniziato ad odiarmi,ormai non parliamo neanche mi guarda schifata ogni cosa che faccio e se le chiedo perché mi ignora,vorrei solo sapere se è colpa mia
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If I were pregnant and informed that my fetus had Down syndrome I would absolutely abort. No amount of social media romanticizing of profound disability would change my mind. Contrary to popular opinion, you need more than love to care for a disabled child.
The craziest part about the debate happening in the replies (and debates that always happen around this topic) is that nobody ever takes into consideration what a woman’s body goes through during childbirth.
Say that you choose to give birth to a child knowing they’ll have Down syndrome, you give them up for adoption (like the replies insist they should’ve done)… what about all the stress the woman’s body goes through to give birth? All that just to give the baby up for adoption?
A woman isn’t a machine created to give birth and have no other purpose. When put in a situation like this you HAVE to consider your financial state, your readiness to take on the amount of attentiveness and care you need to raise a child with special needs. If you aren’t ready, why put that child through what may be literal hell in the foster care system? Unless YOU are going to oversee it personally that the child lives a fulfilled life, I don’t wanna hear any opposition to their decision.
It’s shocking to me that this is even a debate.
Comunque il razzismo che molti utenti di questo social hanno nei confronti dell’hip hop è davvero vergognoso. Ridurre Alessio alle “faccette” è come ridurre Emiliano ai “saltelli”. Se un genere di danza non piace a voi non significa sia automaticamente pattumiera #amici25