Stressful
So as most of you know, I work as an aid with a kid with CP, Ari. Every other weekend I pick him up from school, and take him to adaptive physical therapy with some friends, then take him home. Saturday nights we'll do a "guys night out" where i tkae ari or ari and a friend to dinner and the movies. And for the first time last night, I realized how truly, unaccepting and cold hearted people are. And it breaks my heart.
Maybe it was the fact that I couldnt fold up his walker at friendlys, and so we got started at more than usual. Or the fact that talking in sign just attraacts attention. Or that when we got to the movies, there were no handicapped spots left. So we had to park a long ways away. So not only was his in physical pain because I couldnt drop him off, and park and then go to him, but we were laughed at as well. Or having to bathroom him in the womens bathroom. Or where do I put the walker when the theater is crowded, and I still cant fold it up? Or when we leave, and Ari doesnt know not to talk to people outside of friends and family, he waves and makes noise, and tries to sign to a group a teenagers standing outside the theater smoking. And the kids, instead of waving and smiling like all the other people had done over the course of the evening, no. They laughed. To his face. It broke my heart. And maybe its for the best that he wasn't mentally capable to understand why they laughed - so he wasn't hurt. But people, please, grow a heart.
And on top of that other stuff happened during the night that made it stressful - and this weekend has just been hell.
*sigh*
I'm going to bed.
Maybe it was the fact that I couldnt fold up his walker at friendlys, and so we got started at more than usual. Or the fact that talking in sign just attraacts attention. Or that when we got to the movies, there were no handicapped spots left. So we had to park a long ways away. So not only was his in physical pain because I couldnt drop him off, and park and then go to him, but we were laughed at as well. Or having to bathroom him in the womens bathroom. Or where do I put the walker when the theater is crowded, and I still cant fold it up? Or when we leave, and Ari doesnt know not to talk to people outside of friends and family, he waves and makes noise, and tries to sign to a group a teenagers standing outside the theater smoking. And the kids, instead of waving and smiling like all the other people had done over the course of the evening, no. They laughed. To his face. It broke my heart. And maybe its for the best that he wasn't mentally capable to understand why they laughed - so he wasn't hurt. But people, please, grow a heart.
And on top of that other stuff happened during the night that made it stressful - and this weekend has just been hell.
*sigh*
I'm going to bed.