Okay. Hello! My name is HomoSexuWhale and I'm 15 years old. If you follow my posts, you'll know that I work for children aged 12-18 with learning disabilities. The children I work with are amazing. I love my job because, although I don't get paid the typical way, with cash, I get paid in something worth MUCH more.
Moving on. EVERYTHING IN ITALICS IS BASICALLY BACK STORY WHICH ISN'T THAT IMPORTANT. YOU CAN SKIP IT IF YOU WANT! I live in a town in the South of England. Every other Saturday, the group (consisting of a maximum 12 children and 5 carers) meet at the local youth club. It's a small center with a kitchen, arts and crafts room, DJ booth and a large area with a ping pong table and two pool tables. The children we have, have disabilities such as autism, Asperger's Syndrome, Tourette's and some that just make loud sounds etc.. Well, the kids come and chill out for a bit, do what they want. And then, at around 11 - just before lunch - we go to the local supermarket, only five minutes away. We go there so that the kids can learn what it's like to be individual for their future lives.
So, what happened was, we were just going to the store and something absolutely disgusting happened. Also, let me say, these children do understand their situation, to an extent. Some of them understand that they're different to other children - they're not totally naive to their disabilities. Anyway, we were about to go into the shop when all of a sudden, this elderly couple say something nobody should ever hear. They say, "Oh, darling. If I had realised it was the retard hour, I would've waited a while."
Yup. They literally just did that. Now, as carers, we agree that we need to handle things like this in the most respectful way possible. Which, is really fucking hard, at times. Anyway, I look at the main carer (Big Amy, we call her.), and she nods, at which I realise that I'LL sort this out... Well, well, well. I wait until most of them are in the store before I begin this. I say to them, in the sweetest voice ever, "I understand what you're saying," then they look at me and smile, "it's not fair for normal people to have to be in the presence of such creatures." They look at me and smile as they walk into the shop, to which I say, "Which is why I feel it would be best for the normal children I work with, to NOT be around such creatures like yourselves." And they look at me with such a grim face. And I'm their thinking, I have literally just had to explain to two 'experienced' elderly people how to be a decent human being, whilst I am working with children who don't know how to speak to other people fluently! I then walk in the store and one of the kids, who'd just been crying, hugs me and says thank you for being the coolest friend in the world.
And THAT sentence alone is what I get paid in.