Most people who feel horror at the idea of dumping a kid are thinking of sweet little Down's Syndrome children, Or helpless autistic kids trapped in
their own glass box.
I'm a single mother as my husband did not like having two handicapped children, and was repeatedly violent to them, causing even more damage with
shaking and nearly killing me when I stood in his way. So I had to leave and take the kids to keep them safe. This meant me living in poverty because
he never paid maintenance and I couldn't work because it was a full time job keeping my oldest boy alive. No-one should have to experience the
contempt I got for being a single mother, continual humiliation, never, for years, being able to by a treat or new underwear, and not being able to
rent a place unless I lied about my situation and produced a fake husband.
At the same time my ex husband had a good income and was not only well respected, but was pitied by the people who heard his sad sob story about how
his wife had left him and taken away his children. (Who he refused to see for access visits.)
Now my kids are in their thirties, and still need looking after. My oldest son is 6' 4" and is built like a brick #house, as we say, is getting more
aggressive and has violent episodes. He has all the reasoning powers of a toddler. The strain of continually trying to get through to him and restore
him to being the nice person he is at heart is one of the hardest things I've ever had to cope with, and my life has always been tough. And I have a
degenerative heart disease and was expected to cark it years ago. I love my kids, and would never dream of dumping them anywhere, but I'm writing
about how it is so people will understand parents who do give up and just can't care for their adult handicapped children any longer.
I keep remembering an innocent, loving little boy who adored chocolate and was given an easter egg at his special school, and clutched it tightly all
day long to bring home and give to mummy. When I met his bus he proudly presented me with a handful of squashed silver foil and melted chocolate.
Since then this darling kid has undergone so much cruelty from his father, teachers, people at his special needs work-place, and assorted strangers
he's been torn apart inside, and now goes through times of wanting to kill everyone. Luckily he had a spiritual experience once, (after the girl he
loved died,) and saw a ladder to heaven, and talked to God, who asked him if he'd like to come to heaven now. (He answered no, his family needed him.)
So sometimes we sit together quietly and just think about him being God's special angel, and how he's here to be kind to people and must ignore the
silly ones, while I stroke his big balding head.
edit on 28/10/10 by Kailassa because: (no reason given)