Would you dump your SO if he/she became a quadriplegic?

Hey, depending on how high the break is, she might not even have to work to suppress that gag reflex. You’d have to be Job himself not to bow to the temptation of that one. Or possibly Solomon. Anyway, we certainly can’t fault the guy for dreaming, right? Right?

Yeah but without ever being in the situation you can’t know some things about yourself. What would be the breaking point prompting you to kill someone else? What would be the limit you’d do for a million dollars? These are things you wouldn’t be proud to admit, nor would you even know you could or would do it until you came to that point. Everyone would like to think they’d do the noble thing here, but many people everyday do not. The previous responses must be because the SDMB patrons are just better people huh?

And all of their children are above average.

If anyone is really interested in hearing from a real life quadriplegic, there is a video of a Boston woman with her family here.

She went into the hospital to deliver her second child, and in a terrible turn of events spent the next two and a half months fighting for her life and losing all her limbs. It’s a scary story you can read about here.

Wow, that woman has an amazing attitude. And it looks like she’s got an awesome husband too…
Heck no. I would not dump him. I want to be with him forever. He makes me laugh, he makes me happy. It would be very different, and it would suck in a lot of ways, but leave? Wouldn’t begin to consider it.

I don’t think I’d leave. What I would do: I would go back to school and start intensively researching nerve regeneration strategies (for the potential healing) and nerve stimulators / transcranial magnetic stimulation (in an attempt to see to it that she could still experience orgasms). I wanted to do that anyway, but my own medical issues and consequent financial considerations have prevented it.

If I became a quadriplegic, I might opt to have myself cryonically frozen in Bolivia. It would depend on how much of a burden I felt I was and how I felt my quality of life was.