Stop staring. I think to myself. Stop whispering. I think to myself. I know my child isn't behaving. I know she is disturbing Mass. I know she just pushed your son. I'm sorry. I really am. But stop.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
I had moved from wondering if Boo would live past her first week of life to would she be retarded in 11 short months. It took another year for me to evolve from retarded to delayed. To understand and feel that a word is not just a word. That it matters what you call people. Here is why that revolution matters.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
It wasn't what I expected. For some reason when I was little I thought all I have to do is survive until I am 18. Then life would be perfect. I would be all grown-up. I would answer only to myself. I would be respected. I would be content. I would stop searching. I would know that this is where and when I was supposed to be.