Man Fakes Down Syndrome For Butt love

An Arizona man is accused of pretending to have Down syndrome so he could hire caregivers who bathed him and changed his diapers, authorities said.

Police arrested Paul Anthony Menchaca, 31, at his parents’ home in Gilbert on Sept. 6 after his female caregivers discovered he didn’t have special needs.

The first caregiver responded in May to an ad on CareLinx, a designed to help families find licensed help.

Menchaca contacted and hired the helper while allegedly posing as a woman named “Amy,” who claimed to be the mother of a man with Down syndrome.

“’Amy’ asked all three victims to ‘punish’ [Menchaca] when he soiled his diaper by putting him in timeout and taking away his privileges,” an arrest affidavit obtained by AZFamily said.

The caregiver told police that she helped bathe and change the man’s diapers on 30 separate occasions. In five separate incidents, Menchaca reportedly told her that his genitals were not cleaned well enough.

She then referred the second caregiver in July and the third the following month.

All three women agreed to the same terms, and claimed that Menchaca would become sexually aroused when he was being washed.

The first victim told police she became suspicious and followed Mechaca back to his parents’ home.

“[The victim] was greeted by [Menchaca’s] actual mother and father and discovered [Menchaca] did not have Down syndrome and did not require diaper changes,” the police report said.

When the three caregivers confronted Menchaca, he reportedly admitted to lying about having Down syndrome.

Menchaca now faces charges for fraudulent schemes and sexual abuse.


NO? WHAT would you pretend to have down syndrome for.

True story, my dad was recovering from surgery on his leg when my family had planned to go to Six Flags so my brother has to wheel him around the park in a wheelchair but everyone kept cutting them off and my brother has to keep abruptly stopping, kneeing my dad in the back. Finally my dad was sick of it. Turned his baseball cap sideways, put his teeth in his pocket, and then pointed at this giants Ice cream stand and started screaming in a retard voice, “icccccccccceeee creaaaaam! I want iceeeeee creaaaaammmm”. Everyone moved. It was like the parting of the sea and my dad was retard Moses. My mom and I were mortified. The line dissipated as people scattered in fear of the handicap retard biker, and when we got to the window, ordered, and the guy told my dad it would be $40 for 4 Ice cream cones he said in his jersey accent, “$40?! Do I seem like a fuckin retard to you?!”…

Yup. That  happened.