The other day I heard a mother say to a teen aged child with a disability, “No, you know you don’t have snack until 2.” It was 1:45, I shit you not. The girl, looked defiant for a couple of seconds and then sat back into compliance.
I know, I know, I know, that I don’t know the people or the situation and there very well might have been a reason for the 15 minute delay.
Simple requests get called behaviours.
Realistic disagreement gets called non compliance.
There’s a lot more names that we call people with disabilities, isn’t there?
But when you live in a world where you:
Have to ask for a snack when others your age simply get what they want from the fridge.
Have to eat on a schedule you didn’t set and probably weren’t consulted on.
Have no flexibility on that schedule or any other schedule.
Isn’t there a need for even the tiniest of rebellions?
“Speak up!” “Disagree!” “State Your Point!” I yelled all these things in my mind.
But she doesn’t need my voice.
She needs her own.
I pray one day she’ll have one.