I’ve thought about this for 5 minutes and tried so hard to come up with another, more mature, more reasoned, opening for my post. But I cannot. It needs to begin with (to the author, not Simon)
F*** you, you selfish b*tch.
Most people on earth need help from other people SOMETIMES. We are all supposed to be here for each other; it is part of Gd’s plan. It is the meaning of life. And there is fun and joy within. Some people need help from others ALL or MOST of the time. It is the flick of the dice which ones of us need that help and which of us are here to give it.
Having two children with quite special needs, a mom with new special needs, I can agree that caring for the helpless IS NOT LAUGH A MINUTE FUN. But it gives me depth to my heart even through some resentment. It makes me one with the world as I help someone who needs it. I’m also not a born helper; I never desired to be a nurse or a teacher. But it has made me better and made life richer for me to help others.
I almost want to adopt this woman’s unlucky son. On their hardest days I’d like to sell my special needs people or give them away cheap, but only in that moment. I could NEVER tap out onto a keyboard and publish that I regret them. She did that. She even edited it. I’m sure she thinks this makes her look real and cool. I hold her in contempt.
As humans, we give, even if it hurts. If it feels good, it isn’t giving. And one day she might find herself needing help. Maybe then she will understand how cruel this essay really was.
I’m not going to judge her, but I would, and can’t, associate with her.
I have so little in common with her at face value. I have an autistic son too. I wouldn’t change him.