Yvonne,

        I sent you one post from my home and now I am sending you another.
For me, it is not that bad anymore. My hardest time was in my younger days.
Don't worry about your son, just love him as I told you in the other post.
Things do get better, believe me. Sometimes we whine too much on this list.

Bobby


>Well, I'm listening and you are scaring the hell out of me. I had hoped
>things were changing just a little. I am prepared for the day my son comes
>home from school crying 'cause he was teased. I am prepared for his grief,
>his anger and frustration when it dawns on him that he is different
>physically from his peers. What I'm NOT prepared for is to watch him have
>to learn to accept the unacceptable "little things" as "that's the way it
>is". I HATE that anyone has to live like that.
>
>Yvonne
>Mommy to Anthony (spastic quad CP)
>
>>>> [log in to unmask] 05/22/00 09:36AM >>>
>I agree Ken. There are so many "little things" we encounter everyday that we
>shrug off as "that's the way it is". The stares, the smirks, the "gee I didn't
>know....". Even if we could remember it all, we couldn't tell it because no
>TAB would take time to listen.
>
>Bobby
>
>
>
>>>I don't understand why disabled people I knew in the "before time" didn't
>>>tell me about some of these things.  Maybe they thought I wouldn't have
>>>listened.
>>they listen, but just don't hear. just this week end my wife and i were
>>talking about college entrance test. she just ask my scores. i told here and
>>she said "my lord, why did you go into the government?"  i told her about
>>graduating in the top 10 % of my class and being offered a job, making
>>brooms." went over the other cases of discrimination and the fact there was
>>no ADA. went over the fact that i should be 2-3 grades higher with the
>>quallity of work i did (even in the government). now this is my wife. she
>>has heard most of this before and still does not understand completely.
>>
>>>Mainstream media doesn't tell our stories the way they should be told.  I
>>
>>these people think they can spend the night on the street and know what it
>>is like to be homeless, but they don't because they know that tomarrow night
>>they  will be warm and comfortable. they think they can roll around for a
>>day in a wheelchair or blindfolded and understand what it is like to be
>>disabled, but they do not, because they know that tomarrow they will be
>>walking, or seeing. part of disability is knowing that you'll not every play
>>3rd base the way your brother does, that you'll never be on a highschool
>>team, you can't even serve your country in the service. you know that 90 %
>>of the opposite sex would not even thing about dating you, even those that
>>are your friends would not ever consider you in a "dating way."
>>part of being disabled is knowing that tomarrow will be the same, the next
>>day, the day after that and on and on you are going to be disabled, then you
>>get old a find that it gets worse.
>>  how can anyone tell our story?