...I don't know why it is. I seem to attract the insensitive people in the world like some kind of super-charged magnet.
Today was Mommy-Vinny day. I had some errands to run and asked my Dh if he and the boys wanted to come. He said No, and so did my older DS. So, I decided Vinny might like getting out of the house (for those who don't know us here well, Vinny is 3 1/2 and was diagnosed w/ ASD a little over a year ago). Well, things were going pretty well until we got to the scrapbook store. (Honest I just needed a few sheets of paper!!!) He quickly calmed down when he saw the "kid" sized shopping baskets and he happily followed me around picking out whatever caught his eye. (Yes, I even bought some of the items he picked. Then we made a game of putting the things we didn't get back.)
So, we went to the grocery store. Followed our usual routine and about 2/3 of the way through the list, as usual, went to the bakery section to get Vinny his free cookie.
That's when trouble hit, no sprinkle cookies...just chocolate chip and he wanted nothing to do with them. THEN he saw the big cake like cookies w/ frosting on them. Mean Mommy that I am I explained I wasn't buying a 6$ box of cookies just so he could have one. He settled down but as I pushed on to the produce section he started to fuss... then sniffle, and then BAWL...and then the hurricane hit, as it were. We went from tantrum to full-scale melt-down.
I'm used to this happening now and then. I decided to finish off my list quickly and get the boy home. He was at the point where he'd calm down but if I touched him or looked at him he'd go off again.
Most folks were cool. I got a lot of glares from other parents. And then IT happened...
A woman approached me. She kinda reminded me of Ursula now that I think of it. Anyways, there she is...in my face and she has the unmitigated GALL to tell me I need to work on my parenting skills as I obviously had no clue as to how to control my child in a public place. How dare I subject the other customers to this kind of...cacophony (yes, her word, as a person with a BA in English I was impressed...a little.)
I simply stated "He's Autistic." And she turned red, not just a blush but red like a boiled lobster from her head on down her face and past the v-neck of her overly sequined polyester blouse. And for some reason, I a gal who is usually calm and non-confrontational, went off. I took a deep breath, I didn't yell, kept my voice calm.
I said something along these lines: "You know, the next time you want to open your yap and make judgemental commentary on people's life skill ya' might want to take a moment to close the mouth and open your brain. There are people out there who look perfectly "normal" who, frankly sister, ain't. It's called an invisble disability, kind of like insensitivity, narrow mindness, and ignorance...but without the saving grace of being easily cured by a few moments thought." I went along the vein for a few more moments and then ran out of steam.
I don't know what got into me. I actually feel kinda bad, the lady had tears in her eyes when I was done... I don't like upsetting folks but *shakes head* I dunno. Like I said, lately it seems like I've turned into a stoopid-magnet.
Sara
Today was Mommy-Vinny day. I had some errands to run and asked my Dh if he and the boys wanted to come. He said No, and so did my older DS. So, I decided Vinny might like getting out of the house (for those who don't know us here well, Vinny is 3 1/2 and was diagnosed w/ ASD a little over a year ago). Well, things were going pretty well until we got to the scrapbook store. (Honest I just needed a few sheets of paper!!!) He quickly calmed down when he saw the "kid" sized shopping baskets and he happily followed me around picking out whatever caught his eye. (Yes, I even bought some of the items he picked. Then we made a game of putting the things we didn't get back.)
So, we went to the grocery store. Followed our usual routine and about 2/3 of the way through the list, as usual, went to the bakery section to get Vinny his free cookie.
That's when trouble hit, no sprinkle cookies...just chocolate chip and he wanted nothing to do with them. THEN he saw the big cake like cookies w/ frosting on them. Mean Mommy that I am I explained I wasn't buying a 6$ box of cookies just so he could have one. He settled down but as I pushed on to the produce section he started to fuss... then sniffle, and then BAWL...and then the hurricane hit, as it were. We went from tantrum to full-scale melt-down.
I'm used to this happening now and then. I decided to finish off my list quickly and get the boy home. He was at the point where he'd calm down but if I touched him or looked at him he'd go off again.
Most folks were cool. I got a lot of glares from other parents. And then IT happened...
A woman approached me. She kinda reminded me of Ursula now that I think of it. Anyways, there she is...in my face and she has the unmitigated GALL to tell me I need to work on my parenting skills as I obviously had no clue as to how to control my child in a public place. How dare I subject the other customers to this kind of...cacophony (yes, her word, as a person with a BA in English I was impressed...a little.)
I simply stated "He's Autistic." And she turned red, not just a blush but red like a boiled lobster from her head on down her face and past the v-neck of her overly sequined polyester blouse. And for some reason, I a gal who is usually calm and non-confrontational, went off. I took a deep breath, I didn't yell, kept my voice calm.
I said something along these lines: "You know, the next time you want to open your yap and make judgemental commentary on people's life skill ya' might want to take a moment to close the mouth and open your brain. There are people out there who look perfectly "normal" who, frankly sister, ain't. It's called an invisble disability, kind of like insensitivity, narrow mindness, and ignorance...but without the saving grace of being easily cured by a few moments thought." I went along the vein for a few more moments and then ran out of steam.
I don't know what got into me. I actually feel kinda bad, the lady had tears in her eyes when I was done... I don't like upsetting folks but *shakes head* I dunno. Like I said, lately it seems like I've turned into a stoopid-magnet.
Sara
