Last week I saw a friend for the first time since having ds. At the end of the visit she held ds and stroked his hair and talked to him, saying "poor cute little ds... you will need a lot of help in your life... but lots of people will be there for you... poor cute little ds" over and over.
Now I know she meant well and I appreciate the kindness behind the words but I still hated it when she did that. For a start, ds hasn't even been diagnosed, even though this friend had it all sussed out in her mind when we talked about the short limbs - apparently she saw a short person in the BBC series Bleak House (I didn't see it) and that's how she reckons ds will be - how she knows this I don't know. Secondly, even if a diagnosis of dwarfism of some kind is made it doesn't necessarily mean that ds will need lots of help in his life - he might be perfectly able to live a completely independent life, I didn't like it how she was making assumptions about what his life would be like.
Am I overreacting? I probably am, but it's something that obviously is pretty raw for me atm.