No Words Can Describe

what I witnessed Friday night on Dateline.  I was at the gym, typing in my stats on an elliptical runner, and I looked up to see what we had for viewing options above me.  Win a Date with Tad Hamilton seemed like a nicer, more carefree option, but the Lord would not let me take my eyes and ears off this:


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Things like this have moved me deeply my whole life, but since becoming a mother?  I could barely hold it together enough to stay on the machinery.  I walked in the door at home after working out and started sobbing.  Husband and Anja met me at the (baby) gate, and he said, “What’s wrong?”  I tried to squeeze out the story between sobs and continued to relay it to him as I showered and nursed our own precious daughter.

Despite what a hospital worker or government official has to say, isn’t there something within a parent that just screams, It is WRONG for me to give my own baby away, defects or none?  Perhaps this hits home so much because Husband’s brother has Down Syndrome.  He is fairly low-functioning, and could never live independently.  But to take someone that helpless and chain them to a bed in a scummy room with barred windows?  To administer strong sedatives to adults with mental disabilities just because you have nothing better to offer them?  To send your baby away to a life of essential torture because you will be looked upon unfavorably by your peers if you keep him/her?  Disgraceful.  Wrong.  Tragic.  So many words come to mind, but none do it justice.


Though I haven’t looked into this organization much yet, the woman who spoke on its behalf during the show seemed kind, knowledgeable and determined.


2 thoughts on “No Words Can Describe

  1. So very sad.

    When our son was diagnosed with autism, the neurologist asked if there was autism present in anyone else in the family. We said no. Two years later, we discovered that my husband’s great uncle was institutionalized as a young boy. His symptoms? Sitting in the corner, flapping his hands in front of his eyes, and not communicating with anyone. I cried for that boy who never had the chance at life that my son has. The really sad part of the story is that the family never acknowledged the uncle. My father-in-law had completely forgotten about his existence until someone from outside the family reminded him.

    I realize that we have resources and education now that people lacked back then, but I always wonder what his mother thought when she left him there and drove away.

    Makes me cling to my son and wonder what that boy could have contributed to the world if someone had given him the chance.

  2. Wow this really hits home to me and John, because one of the boys that John teaches swimming lessons to is a boy with Down Syndrome who was recently adopted from Serbia. I’m not sure if he was institutionalized, but I think he was just in an orphanage and didn’t get much attention at all. It’s amazing to see him now enjoying the freedom to play with his two older brothers and to be loved by his now mother. They’ve adopted two boys with DS now and it’s an amazing testimony to God’s love and ability to equip parents to love the least of us. I too can’t even fathom how parents could abandon their child just because of their disability… it’s sad to think of how numb people can be when they have bought into horrible lies and rationales.

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