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Update:
I'm still utterly on the fence about this. I have been having more (very emotional) dreams about reproducing, and it still has its appeal.
However, I saw a kid at the library yesterday, about 8-9 years old. He was black, and he clearly had the same disorder my brother did (HED). There's just a look about HED kids, you can just tell. He was standing in a corner by himself, just kind of watching other kids, and he looked so frail and tiny. It just broke my heart, partly because of my brother, but partly because it just sucks to be a kid and be different and not fit in. And I just can't imagine if that was my kid - how the fuck would I be able to live knowing that he was miserable all the time? I just don't think I could manage that level of constant sorrow and pain for someone I love so much. There's something to be said for helping someone overcome that, but I don't know that I want to go through that, or put someone else through that.
Sigh. Soon I'll be old and it'll be a moot point.
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