When the Autumn Leaves Fell
When I was a kid,
it was autumn and looking back as an adult I recognize the kids were just being kids in the following situation that I’m about to illustrate, but at the time the child in me didn’t understand this. It was fall the leaves were vibrant and I decided to go outside and play with the neighbourhood children. But, as with everything in my life it takes a little extra time to get ready to go outside. I got all set in my wheelchair and outside only to have the neighbourhood children I had intended to play with head to the backyard where I could not join them.
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In writing this I am not trying to make this feel like you should feel sorry for me and others in similar situations I am simply writing this to be realistic and illustrate that it does happen. In writing it again my thoughts turn to helping the young one’s that may be going through this now. I consider myself a well adjusted adult and want to help others in any way I can. Frankly we grow up knowing we are different accepting this to the best of our abilities and then it is pointed out blatantly in ways such as this? How can we as a community create change and make people aware of the sickeningly annoying verbal pat on the head that feels so condescending, what happened to the young child’s fascination with my chair that seems to disappear with age?
How do we integrate our differentlyabled children into mainstream society What are your thoughts lets generate some discussion here
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