The problem is that if someone is at the level where they can't communicate well, how do you know if their life is worth living or not? That guy could have been very happy, as maybe his mental disabilities made him blissfully unaware that he was sitting in his own shit. Maybe he spent all day daydreaming about birds and flowers and then enjoyed his food and dinner time and then wanked with cheerful abandon at bedtime?
I'm not saying that this is definitely the case. He may well have felt like a prisoner in his own body. He could have been thoroughly miserable. This is probably more likely.
I'm just saying that we really have no idea. Makes it a very hard decision. I have no idea what the right thing to do is.
At what point should we let natural selection do its job?
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The problem is that if someone is at the level where they can't communicate well, how do you know if their life is worth living or not? That guy could have been very happy, as maybe his mental disabilities made him blissfully unaware that he was sitting in his own shit. Maybe he spent all day daydreaming about birds and flowers and then enjoyed his food and dinner time and then wanked with cheerful abandon at bedtime?
I'm not saying that this is definitely the case. He may well have felt like a prisoner in his own body. He could have been thoroughly miserable. This is probably more likely.
I'm just saying that we really have no idea. Makes it a very hard decision. I have no idea what the right thing to do is.