barrelomonkeys wrote:Yanno Keene I certainly hope you never have a child with a disability. I don't really consider my daughter disabled. There have been nobel prize winners that have Asperger's Syndrome (Einstein is thought to have had this 'disability' as well) and just that they are not neuro-typical brings scorn upon these unique individuals.
I am rather fond of ALL persons regardless of how they choose to communicate and relish each and every opportunity to interact with them. I LOVE them!
Anyway, no guilt intended here! Trying to transmit the pure joy that is found in helping another human tap into their potentials!
Don't get me wrong, I love retards just as much as I love anyone else. I just don't like how everyone makes a big pity machine over it, and no one's allowed to enjoy themselves anymore.
When I was little, my friend's older sister was retarded, to the point where she was basically a one year old stuck in a 17 year old body. I used to hang out with her at this retard-only school near my house. I met and befriended just about every retard in the city. In most cases, they're better people than most average adults I've met.
And they all loved a good retard joke. Until their parents or siblings came around and yelled about how horrible it was to make fun of them. But they all knew, it wasn't about making fun of them -- they couldn't choose what happened to them, but that doesn't change the fact that it's funny as hell!
I've never felt an ounce of pity for retards, or their families. Those are the hands they were dealt, and they're going to have to live with it, and bless 'em if they want to try. But by forcing pity, either through guilt or sorrow, in order to make their way through life -- well that's wrong no matter who you are.
My parents were assigned to look after an autistic girl in nursery. They hated every minute of it. And any time any autistic joke came around, they got huffy and insisted that everyone feel so bad for this autistic girl.
Well, one day I went in and helped them, and I made fun of her for doing stupid things. I didn't discount it on "oh, it's the autism, better be careful." No, I teased her, and laughed at her, and somewhere, a switch was flipped -- she stopped doing the things my parents hated so much, like banging her head against the walls and floors, and she started doing things for the purpose of making me laugh. I have to admit, it was weird, seeing as she wouldn't look at me, or in most cases even acknoledge my existance, but my laughter and teasing brought out a happier person.
Haha! TAKE THAT, punks! The guilt works both ways!!