A Rebuttal to the Blog Post “Unless You are Raising A Special Needs Child, You Don’t Understand.
Unless you are Disabled, you don’t understand
This is a rebuttal to this blog post here: (< Click for trainwreck, CW it’s ablelist and full of woe is meeeee warrior mom bullshit)
Disclaimer, my parents accepted me a bit more than that little boy’s parents accepted him...this is just a POV piece to shine light on the other side of the equation
I came into this life expecting one thing, anticipating acceptance. What I was given, was not that at all.
Instead, I was given a set of parents who demanded me to be different from what I was.
I struggled. My parents could not accept that I was not your normal child. They yelled, they fought, they nearly divorced because I could not conform to whatever they thought I should be.
I think they loved me, I’m really not sure, because I never did what they wanted me to. I was always in the corner, or on this wooden seat, they hit me, they yelled at me. They screamed at me “WHY CAN’T YOU JUST BE A NORMAL KID?”
They sent me to this place, where I sat in a room with this lady. She held my hands down. Told me waving them was wrong. She put her fingers on my cheeks to force me to smile even though I didn’t want to, I was not happy to be there. I was happy with my toys, my blocks, my quiet. I was happy listening to the same song over and over again. I wanted to watch my favourite movie for the third time that day but this woman said I had to watch something else. I did not want to watch something else, so I got sad and cried. I was punished for it.
They tried to get me to play soccer. I loved how the ball rolled when I kicked it. I also loved the feeling of the grass on my skin so I would roll around in the soft field ignoring the yelling kids around me. My parents got mad at me even more. I really don’t think they loved me. They kept taking things away from me whenever I did anything I enjoyed. It made no sense, so I got mad, and got punished even more. I had one friend, their name was Sam. One time, my mom said I couldn’t play with Sam for a whole week. I didn’t understand why, so I cried and got in more trouble.
The worst part though, was going out shopping with my parents. The bright lights, the loud music, the talking...so much talking. I wanted to focus on it all to see what was being said, but I couldn’t focus so it was all just a jumble. The lights were so bright, they hurt my eyes. I wanted some cereal but mom said no and grabbed my hand hard and yanked me back to the cart and that was it. It was too much. All the sounds all the lights everything just exploded in my brain all at once...and I sat on the floor screaming in pain and terror. I was done. This happened almost all the time when we went to stores.
My parents tried feeding me food I didn’t like, so I didn’t eat. It tasted bad, it felt funny in my mouth, so I threw it up. I got in trouble and had to sit on that bench again. The doctor told her that I had to eat it she said, so I would get better, so I would be normal. I thought I was fine, but maybe if I ate it, she would love me. I tried one more bite and vomited it back up onto the plate. Nope. I was not going to.
Why couldn’t mom and dad just love me?
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