You know, after this week, I have had these thoughts swirling around in my head that I just feel need to be said.
I’ve sat in the evenings just allowing the post to write itself (in my head).
And, to be honest, these are thoughts I have had for a very long time.
Most people who know me well know that I am far from politically correct.
As much as I am a conservative, I don’t necessarily fit into a neat little box of political agenda. And a lot of that comes from being the mother of adoptive children, having been a foster parent, and now parenting more than one disabled child.
It changes perspective.
And, I guess that is where I am frustrated.
My whole life I have been exposed to diversity and accept it as normal. I had friends growing up who were from different faiths, different races, were homosexual, and disabled. And there was never a single moment in my life that I felt superior.
A while ago I wrote about a little girl named Amelia who was denied a transplant at Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia just based on her abilities.
Then, recently, I wrote about a little boy named Akian whose dad was forced to put a wire on his autistic son because he was certain his son was being mistreated at school.
The other day, I was reading an article about a mother who was banned from Facebook for showing photos of her terminally ill son that were taken just hours before he passed way.
The photos were removed because they were considered to be “inappropriate content”.
Are we really still in this place?!?
Children with disabilities are considered inappropriate content.
Society has come so far with accepting homosexuality and bridging the gap within the racial divide.
We accept people of all religions and yet, the most innocent of our society, those who not only wouldn’t dream of passing judgement but can’t even grasp the idea are still treated as outsiders.
Of course, we parents have done our best to advocate and thankfully, we have come far.
It wasn’t too long ago that children born with Down Syndrome or Autism or retardation were taken from their parents at birth (if the pregnancy wasn’t terminated) and placed in institutions.
And their lives were sad, and lonely, and brief.
But, it is sad to think that as far as acceptance goes, those born with disabilities are still seen as not worthy of life (as shown by CHOP’s behavior), subject for ridicule (as evidenced by the teachers in NJ who tortured a defenseless child), considered annoying and bratty (as shown by the treatment Will received while in the store with me) and the worst, considered “inappropriate content” (quoting Facebook).
That kills me.
Because I think that no matter the amount of advocating we seem to do, those whose lives are not fortunate enough to be touched by these amazing blessings will just never understand.
I fear they will always see “different” and never see beyond their own judgements.
It’s a sad day as a parent when I realize that all the advocating in the world will not change those whose hearts and minds are filled with condescension and I am forced to wear a tshirt explaining my son just to get people to back off.
I should.not. have to.disclose to anyone that my son has autism unless I want to.
If I have to explain my son to be accepted, its only fair that people who use drugs, sleep around, drink excessively, lie, cheat, or are plain old dishonest or judgemental should have to do the same.
Don’t you think?