Alot of people also show him sympathy which i find a bit anoying. I just talk to him like anyone, hehe. I like to see him as a friend :thumbsup:
He has pissed me off before tho lol.
Printable View
Alot of people also show him sympathy which i find a bit anoying. I just talk to him like anyone, hehe. I like to see him as a friend :thumbsup:
He has pissed me off before tho lol.
One flew over the cuckoo's nest is one of my all time favs... Stellar performance from Jack and I loved the Indian
When I was growing up my mom told me horror stories about retarded kids being hidden from public to avoid embarrassment to their families... When I was young and came upon a retarded person my mother would say "There but for the grace of god go I" That saying stuck and is instilled in me...
There is a retarded youth working in a supermarket I go to... The boy is always smiling,stops pushing his carts to wave and say hello,he has more sense and decency than the jerk in the SUV that almost runs you over in the same parking lot...
I've had very similar thoughts. In my experience, it's not that they people have problems communicating, it's just that the people they communicate with have trouble understanding. In some case the voice inside your head speaks louder and clearer than the your speaking voice. It's all in the interpretation. It's almost like speaking in riddles. Now, don't get me wrong--we all know there are people out there who need help...professional help.Quote:
Originally Posted by CrAzYpOtHeAd
In my mind, we're all mentally challenged, platonically speaking. We all have moments where someone doesn't understand another. It's the same for people diagnosed with schizophrenia, but frequently occurring. All in all, we all try to make the best of what our life is. When you put it that way, they're just doing what they have to do. I'd like to think that even "crazy" people are constantly trying to better themselves, but due to serious traumas to the brain the problems keep re-occuring. They're in a loop. Them, like us have moments of a piece of mind. There are triggers all around us waiting to pull us back into our shell (brain). Some people can let go, some can't. It's better for people in mental clinics to be where they're at, to be constantly sedated. They're specimens, no offense. With so much on thier minds, however tragic the thoughts may be, it's important to keep them safe.
I don't have any problems with mentally challenged people. I feel bad for them, but a lot of them, always seem so happy. No worries to think of, no stress. They're free people, but I would choose life over freedom, in their state anyways.
We have a lot of them around here in the city. Whenever I'm downtown, there's this one fellow who rides around on a small bike. Whenever he sees me, he always stops, syas hi, shakes my hand, and he rubs his beard, then points to mine. He recognizes the similarities in both us people, so I rub mine, smile, and he leaves.
He's done this about 5 times to me now. Always makes me laugh (in a good way).
Peace.
I think Nowchowederforyou's got the right idea. I don't think its wrong at all to have a laugh with a mentally disabled person, as long as you've swallowed your pride enough to 'switch gears' and get somewhere near their level. This sounds bad, but its not. I really think that words like 'better' and 'worse' get overused in terms of different mentalities, especially with autism. It's not a "lower" or "worse" level of being, just a different one.
I have an autistic cousin and we have an absolute riot together. It took me a while to realize how genuinely funny he is - when I was younger I would shelter myself from any possible embarassment by talking to him like he was something less than a fully-realized human being, like he didn't have feelings or internal reactions to anything I said to him. It was a prickish way to treat a person, but I think its not uncommon for people who aren't used to dealing with 'mental' people - autistic people, anyway - who are often very coherent.
I'm sorry but I have to post this. This is how to laugh with "mental" people:
One day while my family was visiting my mother's sister, my autistic cousin Dave and I decided to drive to the gas station to get a snack. After arriving, we tooled around in the snack aisle, taking our time to settle on the best deal possible. After a good while I had made my decision, so I asked Dave if he had found something yet.
No response. I took a quick stroll around to give Dave another minute.
I came back and asked again, "What's up, Dave. What are you thinking, man?"
He answered, "Can I get a big bag of Crum Bums?"
"What the hell are Crum Bums?" The laughter had arrived before schedule. Luckily I was able to supress it.
Dave pointed to a blue bag of Combos - cheesy crackers, basically - and repeated, "Crum Bums."
So I grabbed the giant bag of Combos - I mean Crum Bums, along with my snickers and paid the $3.15. Off we went to the car.
We pulled into Dave's place and I had eaten my Snickers on the way back. I began unbuckling, but Dave didn't move.
"Where are your Com - Crum Bums?"
Dave shrugged. I laughed.
I took a look around the bottom of Dave's seat and behind it. Nothing. Still buckled in, Dave leaned around and took a gander at the back seat. I proceeded to open the back door and scour the back half of the car - nothing.
Finally we declared it lost and Dave unbuckled and got out of the car while I gave the interior one last once-over from outside the driver's window.
When Dave stood up I saw them.
In a kind of cosmic justice, the Crum Bums had been exactly where we should have looked in the first place - under Dave's ass. There they sat, squished into the nook between the ass and lumbar cushions, all crushed to hell.
i think mental illnesses is a case of thinking outside the box labelled by the WHITE MAN DOCTOR lol /paranoia
I don't recall any people bad-mouthing them... -_-
Yeah, they are so far beyond the Box it is just a dot to them now!Quote:
Originally Posted by robert42
The irony of this thread makes baby Jesus cry.