STOP! Please don't read the questions until you have done your own thinking....this is relevant because our feelings and our head knowledge might not line up on this one.
I inserted a few photos to help keep you away from them.
What was your initial gut response to the chaos that this child created over a bowl of soup?
Was there a hint of compassion for the child whos brain was damaged before she even took her first breath?
What was your response to the mom throwing the 20 year old out?
Any sympathy there for the mom or brother?
Thinking through this one child's behavior due to FASD....how much of the really out of control behaviors in our society might be caused by undiagnosed prenatal exposure to alcohol? Not poverty, drugs, abuse or neglect..what if these horrible things are simply secondary to what happened before birth?
What is our responsibility to the suffering individual with FASD (child or adult) and what can we change culturally to stop the only 100 % preventable birth defect?
Stats for babies damaged by alcohol range from 1:100 to 1:1000 depending on where you look. Either way it's 100% preventable....and there is no way that this young lady 'wants' the life she has. No one chooses serious psychiatric treatment and being taken out of their home as a teen over a normal stable life - dances, friends, learning, sports - YES...locked doors and sedatives - NO WAY.
But there was a choice in her life - her bio mom chose to drink while pregnant and our society has given her that right. Regardless of the rights of her daughter who now has a pretty scary future to look into. Not to wholly blame mom because I don't know her - she may have been FASD herself and unable to make the choice to stop the cycle because of the abuse that she sustained prenatally.
I hate FASD. I hate the judgement and pain that those with it experience in our society. I hate the destruction it does to biological and adoptive families and I weep over the blind eye we still turn toward it. We abhor Shaken Baby Syndrome, but give no more than a sad eye toward the realities of FASD.