Listen up, I've had it up to my messy bun with you and your dangerously ignorant comments about children with autism and their parents. You know who you are. If you're reading this because someone shared it on social media, maybe that's because they wanted YOU to read it. Here's what you need to know.
The Special Olympics World Games will, for a short period of time, make disability visible. But we should not be persuaded that this is what inclusion looks like, and should continue to fight for greater participation by students with disabilities in our schools, communities, and even our sports leagues.
Sometimes when you are prepared for it, when you've made peace with it, bad news comes as an odd sort of relief. When as a parent, you feel something is off, you feel calmer than you should when the truth hits you like a ton of bricks. This is how it felt when the doctor told me about my boy's eyes.
After we RSVP-ed to your little girl's party, you called my husband on the phone, and told him how excited you were that my son was coming to your party. That you planned to hire someone to clean the house for nuts before the event, and that you wanted to know where you could buy a nut-free cake. Seriously? Who are you? The greatest person on earth?