I often pray that God will keep my mind intact my entire life, regardless of how long I live. I would much rather die at 57, quick and sharp and aware of everything around me, than to live thirty more years and not know who my family is or where I am. It's the quality of life that counts.
I also pray -- sometimes desperately -- that my future child will be mentally healthy. I can handle physical handicaps, but mental disabilities actually frighten me and I don't know how to deal with them. I'm not trying to sound harsh or insensitive, it's just not something I can accept. It's safe for me to say I am slightly terrified of them. It's not the person's fault, but they scare me anyway.
This is probably not socially acceptable in the slightest, but that's just the way I feel.
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