#donorchildren

[koushirouizumi]

ME, rubbing my hands ALL over my Adv+02 Chosen head-canons BECAUSE I CAN: Wow I can't believe people like me with my specific background existed in the early 2000's and in the year '02 THIS ENTIRE TIME!!!

[hiddenculture]

See article by clicking on link in title above.

In this disturbingly optimistic article (even in the title -- our language is that technology moves “forward”) we see some of the ethical struggles current with the new CRISPR genetic manipulation technology.

There are a few pros and cons, including glee at the idea that health issues can be fixed with the flip of a DNA switch in the fingers of a scientist, and a fair grace is given to genetic decisions affecting the proceeding generations. How about the testing it assumes as a basic necessity for this kind of technology?

It seems we now naturally qualify the embryo that’s being tested with an explanation, because for some reason we understand the testing of wanted babies for scientific progress directly assaults humanity. It’s OK, it’s an unwanted baby that’s undergoing experimentation.

How about picking genetic traits? A poor side effect in the article, I’m reminded that my blue eyes and psychologist father were picked for their features without a second thought.

The author shows some concern for the kind of numbness that happens as society adjusts to technologies, whether it be to the smart phone or taking the pill:

“(He) predicted that worries about the technology would dissipate as people got more comfortable with gene editing.”

…as will ethics. Babies are now avoided in sex rather than freely created and welcomed. As a last resort, we people from “reproductive” technologies are made the least wanted children. This goes without mentioning the child created with the murder of his many siblings (those that are mentioned in this article as the two-sperm, rejected embryos that are used for CRISPR testing). How do you think they cope with this reality as adults?

[hiddenculture]

AmICrazy or AmIRight?

It's tempting sometimes to think I'm crazy for not making normal job decisions. I've turned down two interviews for jobs that would pay well, provide stability and land me in the heart of Washington, D.C.

You know what? Since turning down those jobs, two people have asked for my resume who are doing exactly the kind of research I want to be involved with. After finding out I was donor conceived and thinking my world would fall apart, it's amazing how God's proving to me that I have purpose, by giving me hints to not settle for the normalcy, because I'm not normal.

Sometimes that's awful, not relating to people talking about which parent they received certain character traits from. When they talk about family history and all their siblings -- I have 500 or more that I'll never know. It might not even be that many. Of course, it could be more. What if we get married?

There is a theology of the Body that we're made to live by, and there's nothing better than catching the vision of how God's created us to live. 

I'm 24 and want to start a healing center for people conceived through technology and other sinful means. A passion for healing and the order of life -- What more could a girl ask for? I'll probably hear stories I wish I could take back. I'll probably work through insane amounts of pain of others' infertility, parents without children, children without parents (the stories already started, two years ago). Who knows? Maybe I am infertile.

I've also learned that we help bring the kingdom of God to earth. We can love like Christ because he's with us and in us. And when faced with the temptation to sin or to love, we always have a choice.

Right now, I'm learning to work the not normal because it's my new normal. It's reality. Right now, it's beautiful, because so many people are supporting and advocating for my life, especially when I'm not. They catch the vision. He has a plan for it, and maybe along with loving him, that's one reason why I'm created.

[hiddenculture]

Working on the HBO proposal. I think I'll begin with, "I have 500 siblings."