At what point should we let natural selection do its job?
I was just thinking, at what point is one’s quality of life not worth living. Personally, physical deformities are not a problem and I believe anyone missing limbs or are not formed normally can life a fulfilling life. I am talking more along the lines of mental deformities.
There was this kid who was in the same grade level as me from kindergarten to end of high school who was confined to a wheelchair because he couldn't walk, talk, or do much of anything other than make weird screech noises. I would watch the social workers who were with him 24/7 and they could never get him to respond to them properly. (His special ed class shared the same room as my special ed class most school years). He often smelled as if he had a diaper that no one wanted to change. I wondered if he was ever happy, or if he lived a life of abuse and neglect.