Over on her ClubMom blog, my wife has been engaged in a thought-provoking discussion about how parents handle special needs children who are having trouble in public.
On her latest post, Melody wrote a comment describing an extraordinarily troubling situation highlighting just how cruel people can be:
I so vividly recall the time in a department store when one of my sons "lost it". A young woman stopped, stared at him for a few seconds, looked me in the eye and said "Bitch, can you spell Ritalin?" She had no idea how she hurt with that remark. She also had no idea of my child's special needs or that he had been abused for the entire first year of his life. She did not know that most of the bones in this body had been broken at one time, that he had never seen a doctor regarding the fractures. She did not know that he had been starved and left in dark corners. She did not know that doctors said he should not have lived. She did not know he was a miracle. She did not know how special he truly is. She did not know...she did not consider the possibilities...she simply judged.
I cannot even imagine how I would handle a similar situation.
