Dear Miss. Bitchy-Pants,
My son is Autistic. But I am pretty sure you didn’t realize this when you grabbed his arm and moved him out of the way of your precarious daughter climbing up the stairs to the big slide. I mean, how could you of? Who in their right mind would touch ANY child that way, though? You must have momentarily lost your mind; I get that.
My son is non-verbal Autistic. But I realized quite quickly that you didn’t observe this at all when you sternly looked down at him and told him to look you in the eyes while you proceeded to scold him for bumping into your playful daughter. I mean, how could you of? Again, a momentary loss of your damn mind because no one with even a smidgen of common sense or decency would speak to any child that was not their own that way, let alone a special needs boy.
My son is non-verbal Autistic with an extremely rare neurological disorder. But I am also sure you didn’t know that when you stormed over and asked me in a threatening tone to please take control of my son or remove him from the playground. I mean, how could you of? He hadn’t spoken a word to you, looked you in the eye, or made any implication that he understood why the fuck you were so angry with him. Once again, another momentary loss of your fucking mind, I am sure of this too.
Your daughter, a beautiful, kind, and NORMAL child (God I hate that word), was in no way upset, bothered, or injured by my son playing on the playground. In fact, she made several attempts to engage my son in play, unfortunately to no avail. She smiled at him, helped him down the slide, and stacked rocks up beside him; even though he ignored her. Did that bother you? It must have. The looks you kept shooting at my 5 year old son would have injured any one’s feelings.
Autistic children rarely engage in social activity. I am sure you didn’t know that.
Autistic children rarely understand social consequences and boundaries. I am guessing you didn’t know that either.
Autistic children, who do not speak, will not answer you when you are yelling in their face. I am assuming you didn’t know that too.
What I’m not sure of however, is how you can be so blind to your own ignorance.
Instead of reacting in the way that I really wanted to, (which was to punch you in the face, for the record) I chose to calmly explain to you about my son’s special gifts. I even apologized. Did you miss that?
What surprised me, was that instead of listening and understanding my calm words, you chose to walk away, muttering under your breath. What was said, I don’t know, but I can certainly imagine. And after carefully taking a few slow, deep breaths and evaluating the situation, I chose to believe you were apologizing in your own way. Because really, that’s what any person with even a smidgen of common sense or decency would do.
And you’re not an ignoramus, right? You were just having a bad day. Because my little man can make even the hardest Miss. Bitchy Pants smile. He’s that awesome. I am so sorry you didn’t get to see that the other day.
You’re the unfortunate one here, and I feel sorry for you. I truly do. Because you missed an opportunity to bring a little bit more sunshine into your life by meeting my son Ryder. Ask anyone who knows him. He’s a gift. And you were too ignorant to accept it.