Friday, September 22, 2017

The "R" Word

There is a word out there that still seems to be generally socially acceptable to use, but deeply offends me, and quite honestly, it has even before I had Autistic children.  I know I used it as a child, just like I used "gay" in a pejorative way, not understanding the true damage that my words were doing.  Sticks and stones and all of that.  But while the use of "gay" or "queer" has fallen out of fashion as a term used to describe something other than a person who is, in fact, gay or queer, the Big R is still being thrown around with reckless abandon among young and old alike.

I have heard it among those of my parents generation, and I'm sure that they are using it in exactly the way that cuts me to my core.  It means something, is bad, something is stupid, something is appalling.  Out of a respect for my elders, I keep my mouth shut.  This is an idea in which I firmly believe and, since it's being used as a colloquialism and not toward someone I love, I am willing to overlook it. 

I have heard it among the "the kids" (yes, as in, what are the kids listening to these days?) who are too often witnesses in courts-martial, paralegals, or other Soldiers that I happen to encounter at various places on post.  To these young people, I will politely correct them and tell them that word is not appropriate to use.  Particularly the Soldiers will respect this, if for no other reason than I outrank them, but I have little confidence that my words make any impact on them, and I suspect that they will go back to throwing around The R Word once I am out of earshot.

Finally, I have heard it used quite casually among my peers.  Yes - educated men and women tossing around the words "retard" and "retarded" as though it were just any other word in the English language.  But it's not.  And let me be perfectly plain here.  They are not using the word (or one of it's variants) in what is probably the only socially acceptable way, which is to say "Cigarettes will retard your growth," or "That jacket is fire retardant."  They are saying "That's retarded," or "He's such a retard."

Un-fucking-acceptable.

With my peers, I feel no need to sensor myself.  I will tell them straight out, don't say that.  It's offensive.  You wouldn't say "You're such a fag," because that's a horrible and socially unacceptable thing to say.  So why is it still acceptable to use The R Word as a pejorative?  I have often been told to "relax," or that it's only offensive to me, or that I shouldn't be so fragile.  This is all a load of crap.  I am a special needs mom - I am anything BUT fragile, bitches.  And it is individuals who continue to perpetuate slang like this, thus fostering an environment in which the next generation perpetuates it, that will someday cause The R Word to be thrown violently in my children's faces, all because someone, somewhere, couldn't think of a better word to express himself.

So, my challenge to you, friends, is to remove The R Word from your vocabulary.  You may not even realize you say it, and maybe you have no ill will in mind.  But for the sake of that friend or loved one you have who loves someone with special needs - or maybe you yourself love someone with special needs - just eliminate the word.  As I said on Blog Inaguration Day, I don't seek to change the world.  But it has to start somewhere.  If everyone reading this eliminates The R Word from their world, and encourages others to do the same, then we can begin the change.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Inaguration Day

Good morning, everyone!

This is the first in what I hope will become a series of blogs about ... hm ... interesting.  I haven't really decided what this blog will actually be about.

I have been on a journey of self-development of sorts lately (and by lately, I mean in the past 15 months or so), and I have learned that the world is a fairly imbalanced place.  There's a significant amount of things going on that I, quite frankly, don't understand.  I am hoping that, by sharing some of these challenges I encounter with my friends and family, aquaintances, collegues, and maybe even total strangers, I can come to comprehend even a little bit that which currently baffles me.

That being said, I don't hope to solve the problems of the world, even if it is just my tiny sliver of the world, with a blog.  That would be hubris.  But sometimes, shedding a little light on the dark places in the world is where it starts.

I am also hoping that, through writing this blog, and sharing with you my thoughts and feelings, I can learn a little more about myself.  I have also learned recently, that I have made myself conform to certain expectations of others in order to fit in to the given environment in which I find myself at the time.  No longer will I be doing that.  It's exhausting and it sets a terrible example for my children.  I remind them at every opportunity how extraordinary they are and that they do not need to conform to anyone's expectations of them, and I need to start practicing what I preach.

So, some of the topics will be heavy: Autism, sexual assault, criminal justice - all things about which I am very passionate.  Some of them will be light: how I think dry shampoo is one of the greatest inventions ever, but makes me feel like a chinchilla being dusted.  Some will be emotional and/or technical commentary on current events: the 14-year-old autistic boy who was taken down by police on suspicion of using drugs (I have both personal and legal insight on that one).  Some will be on my own battles with my health and the various bureaucracies that surround obtaining care for myself and my kids.  And some days, you may just get a picture of a smiling ginger child.

I can't promise how often I will post - I work too hard and travel too much for that.  But if any of this sounds like it might interest you, feel free to read as much or as little as you like, and if anyone out there is reading, I will keep the posts coming.

Caio from the Palazzo for now - more to come soon!