Adults "fail the test", as you put it Jim, because it is outside their experience.
I am blessed (lucky, if you like) because my eldest brother was intellectually handicapped (an un pc term today, but that's how we knew it then). I grew up around people with disabilites, physical, mental, sometimes both.I learned more from them than I ever taught them and I am grateful that they were in my life.
I now work with special needs kids with a wide range of disabilities and abilities.They still teach me more than I teach them. I'm still grateful to them everyday.
But reality, for the parents of these kids is hard, an uphill battle for funding, for equipment, for help and often, all too often, for acceptance of them and their child/children. They do not want sympathy, or pity.
I see the looks as we take the kids from our centre out walking or to a cafe for morning tea. I also see the generosity and acceptance from some people...just not as often.
Diarrhoea is hereditary - it runs in your jeans
If my nose was running money, I'd blow it all on you...
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