How far can you go?
Elizabeth Moon blogged today about her grown son, who is autistic, wanting to take college classes. Her final sentence, "We’ll never know how far he can go until progress stops," reminded me.
Many years ago at my church there was a grown man who had Down's Syndrome. He had his own apartment, donated to church each week, and was teaching himself American Sign Language. He had a large book with illustrations and explanations that he carried everywhere. And I wondered who had the mental shortcomings. He was teaching himself a new language -- even though he was slow about it, he knew infinitely more of it than Ms High IQ me. So, who had the mental disability?
Many years ago at my church there was a grown man who had Down's Syndrome. He had his own apartment, donated to church each week, and was teaching himself American Sign Language. He had a large book with illustrations and explanations that he carried everywhere. And I wondered who had the mental shortcomings. He was teaching himself a new language -- even though he was slow about it, he knew infinitely more of it than Ms High IQ me. So, who had the mental disability?