Down Syndrome: a narrative we all should read because it tells us of a doctor who decided to give of his time to the neglected people with disabilities in the UK in the 19th century. Please share this Christmas time.

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You’ve probably heard of Down syndrome. But very few people know why it carries that name. It has nothing to do with being “down,” slower, or less. It is the name of a man who chose dignity when the world chose neglect.

In the 19th century, a young British doctor named John Langdon Down had every reason to pursue a comfortable, prestigious career. He was highly decorated, brilliantly trained, and could have earned a fortune treating wealthy patients. Instead, he accepted a position no one wanted — running a neglected institution for people with intellectual disabilities, a place most of society preferred to forget. What he found there was devastating. Children crammed into filthy rooms. Violence used as discipline. Disease, neglect, and humiliation treated as normal.

They weren’t seen as people. And that’s where John Langdon Down changed everything. He banned physical punishment completely. He made hygiene and care non-negotiable. He trained staff to treat residents with respect. He introduced education, art, speech, routine, and purpose. Then he did something radical for his time. He photographed them. Not as medical cases. As individuals. Dressed well. Standing proudly. Looking straight into the camera. At a time when people with disabilities were hidden and erased, those images made a quiet but powerful statement: these are human beings.

Down was also the first physician to carefully describe a specific genetic condition we now know as Down syndrome. But to him, it was never a label — it was a responsibility. When the system refused to support his vision, he walked away and built something entirely new with his own resources: not an institution, but a home. A community with education, work, music, gardens — and even a theater. Yes, a theater. For people the world said were incapable of learning or contributing.

After his death, his work continued through his family. In a profound twist of fate, his own grandson was born with Down syndrome — and was raised with the same love, respect, and dignity his grandfather believed every person deserved. In 1965, the World Health Organization officially adopted the term Down syndrome. Not as a description — but as an honor. An honor to a man who proved something the world desperately needed to learn: Everyone deserves dignity. Everyone deserves education. Everyone deserves to be seen. So the next time you hear the words Down syndrome, remember: it’s not about being “down.” It’s the story of a doctor who lifted lives — when everyone else looked away.

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Life event that changes all: Horse riding accident in Zimbabwe in 1993, a fractured skull et al including bipolar anxiety, chronic fatigue …. co-morbidities (Nietzche 'He who has the reason why can deal with any how' details my health history from 1993 to date). 17th 2017 August operation for breast cancer (no indications just an appointment came from BreastCheck through the Post). Trinity College Dublin Business Economics and Social Studies (but no degree) 1997-2003; UCD 1997/1998 night classes) essays, projects, writings. Trinity Horizon Programme 1997/98 (Centre for Women Studies Trinity College Dublin/St. Patrick's Foundation (Professor McKeon) EU Horizon funded: research study of 15 women (I was one of this group and it became the cornerstone of my journey to now 2017) over 9 mth period diagnosed with depression and their reintegration into society, with special emphasis on work, arts, further education; Notes from time at Trinity Horizon Project 1997/98; Articles written for Irishhealth.com 2003/2004; St Patricks Foundation monthly lecture notes for a specific period in time; Selection of Poetry including poems written by people I know; Quotations 1998-2017; other writings mainly with theme of social justice under the heading Citizen Journalism Ireland. Letters written to friends about life in Zimbabwe; Family history including Michael Comyn KC, my grandfather, my grandmother's family, the O'Donnellan ffrench Blake-Forsters; Moral wrong: An acrimonious divorce but the real injustice was the Catholic Church granting an annulment – you can read it and make your own judgment, I have mine. Topics I have written about include annual Brain Awareness week, Mashonaland Irish Associataion in Zimbabwe, Suicide (a life sentence to those left behind); Nostalgia: Tara Hill, Co. Meath.
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