Posted on Tuesday, June 21, 2011
in Family, Rantings, Taboo
-Your brother’s a retard!
The second those words left my lips, I felt the scarlet rise. It just slipped out. To a room full of parents of kids with special needs too, no less.
Cringe. The flush burned my cheeks and made the capillaries on the tip of my nose tingle. My heart skittered like a ball of grease on a hot frying pan while the clock ticked a silence of undefinable length.
-Yes it’s true.
Somebody else nodded.
-You need to show them what words to use in self defence!
I was at a meeting to discuss Sibling Workshops, an initiative ‘they’ have set up to help families with disabled children. See? ‘They’ aren’t all bad! Brothers and sisters of kids with special needs have all sorts of issues that I had never even considered. Like… when a special needs kid passes a milestone it’s an amazing feat worth certificates and rounds of endless applause, yet nobody says a bippy when his younger brother passes the same milestone. From small droplets big waterfalls grow.
My question was about teaching some sort of self-defence mechanism to kids prone to bullying in the street… but it kind of came out funny.
I think my filter needs replacing.