A Rebuttal to the Blog PostĀ āUnless You are Raising A Special Needs Child, You Donāt Understand.
Unless you are Disabled, you donāt understand
This is a rebuttal to this blog post here:Ā (< Click for trainwreck, CW itās ablelist and full of woe is meeeee warrior mom bullshit)Ā
Ā Disclaimer, my parents accepted me a bit more than that little boyās 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.Ā 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.Ā 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, Iām really not sure, because I never did what they wanted me to.Ā I was always in the corner, or on this wooden seat, they hit me, they yelled at me. Ā They screamed at me āWHY CANāT YOU JUST BE A NORMAL KID?ā
They sent me to this place, where I sat in a room with this lady.Ā She held my hands down. Ā Told me waving them was wrong. Ā She put her fingers on my cheeks to force me to smile even though I didnāt want to, I was not happy to be there.Ā I was happy with my toys, my blocks, my quiet. Ā I was happy listening to the same song over and over again. Ā I wanted to watch my favourite movie for the third time that day but this woman said I had to watch something else.Ā I did not want to watch something else, so I got sad and cried. Ā I was punished for it.
They tried to get me to play soccer.Ā 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.Ā My parents got mad at me even more. Ā I really donāt think they loved me. Ā They kept taking things away from me whenever I did anything I enjoyed. Ā It made no sense, so I got mad, and got punished even more.Ā I had one friend, their name was Sam. Ā One time, my mom said I couldnāt play with Sam for a whole week. Ā I didnāt understand why, so I cried and got in more trouble.
The worst part though, was going out shopping with my parents.Ā The bright lights, the loud music, the talking...so much talking.Ā I wanted to focus on it all to see what was being said, but I couldnāt focus so it was all just a jumble.Ā 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.Ā It was too much. Ā 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. Ā I was done.Ā This happened almost all the time when we went to stores. Ā
My parents tried feeding me food I didnāt like, so I didnāt eat.Ā It tasted bad, it felt funny in my mouth, so I threw it up. Ā I got in trouble and had to sit on that bench again.Ā The doctor told her that I had to eat it she said, so I would get better, so I would be normal. Ā I thought I was fine, but maybe if I ate it, she would love me.Ā I tried one more bite and vomited it back up onto the plate. Ā Nope. Ā I was not going to.
Why couldnāt mom and dad just love me?Ā Ā
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