You know...I really don't mind taking the bus. I have done it my whole life even as a kid my foster parent or my mom never drove, so I know first hand sometimes it can be hassle fine granted. What I really HATE is the looks the comments and the gestures from people on the bus. I go on the bus with my 3 littlest kids and yes the two year old has a tantrum from time to time and YES the baby may cry and well Ashton usually cries and has to be covered halfway with a dark blanket, due to his hyper sensitivity. I am really at a point where I just speak right up when the gazing begins. I say things like " yes? do you need something? " and " Can I help you ?" and " No he is not tired, he has special needs " I will say it's one thing to look in awe and another to treat us like we are animals at the zoo. Is it really THAT big of a deal that I have 4 kids??
Oh and my next sewing project, a blanket for Ashton that reads...ahem,
" My name is Ashton, I have special needs and YES I cry ALOT "
Maybe white fabric with black felt letters? maybe then the stares will end with a " OHH" and an understanding of the situation because reality is MOST of the time Ashton is the cryer.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
The bus
Posted by Denise Nagy at 4:15 PM
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3 comments:
Beautifully stated! I wish you never had to even consider that blanket. But I like how forward you are with your "audience" - it's way more proactive overall than looking embarrased for them, or trying to ignore their rudeness. I mean, as long as you're not being rude back. You go, girl!
Like I said, when I see a special needs child or actually person, I don't turn my head away for any other reason than to give them the respect that they deserve. Sometimes I wish that Ashton could say to people, "Yeah a cry, but I am loved just as much as my siblings and if you stare at my brother or my nursing sister or me anymore, I do know how to projectile vomit!"
(BTW, LOL the deleted comment was me, Hope's account was signed in and it said Hope said...)
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