I did something reeeeeaaally shitty this past weekend and I didn't mean to do it. So this is a self sighting. On steroids.
We were down at the beach and my three year old was running around playing with a little four year old she'd met down there at the playground at one of the attractions.
All the kids there were getting along great, no trouble at all, until this older kid showed up. He looked to be about...I dunno, 8 maybe. And he was kind of a tool.
He was trying to not let the other children get up on the playset, making a general nuisance of himself. I was keeping an eye on him because I didn't want my child or her little friend mixing it up with him, but he was giving pretty much everyone a hard time, and it was pissing me off. Everyone's having a good time but him, his good time consisted of crapping on everyone else's good time. You all know the type.
I frigging hate bullies. Even when they're kids. And my inside voice became my outside voice, and as I was watching him in action, I growled at my husband "there's something WRONG with that damn kid in the blue shoes."
And my husband muttered back at me "Yeah, he's got Down's and his parents are right over my left shoulder."




Okay, this is no excuse, but it was nightime, the lights were dim, my eyesight sucks, and frankly, it just wasnt' that obvious at first glance. You had to look kind of hard to see it.
God is my witness, I wasn't commenting on his handicap. I didn't notice his handicap. I was commenting on his bad behavior, which his parents seemed to be ignoring and frankly should have been addressed regardless. I didn't even NOTICE that there was anything at all different about the kid. But damn! D'you think I could have possibly worded my displeasure in a more tasteless, insensitive way? I was mortified.
I would have NEVER said what I said if I'd realized what the deal was.
I can only hope his parents did not hear what I said. I dont' think they did. But I felt like an entire tool shed.
It still bothers me.
We were down at the beach and my three year old was running around playing with a little four year old she'd met down there at the playground at one of the attractions.
All the kids there were getting along great, no trouble at all, until this older kid showed up. He looked to be about...I dunno, 8 maybe. And he was kind of a tool.
He was trying to not let the other children get up on the playset, making a general nuisance of himself. I was keeping an eye on him because I didn't want my child or her little friend mixing it up with him, but he was giving pretty much everyone a hard time, and it was pissing me off. Everyone's having a good time but him, his good time consisted of crapping on everyone else's good time. You all know the type.
I frigging hate bullies. Even when they're kids. And my inside voice became my outside voice, and as I was watching him in action, I growled at my husband "there's something WRONG with that damn kid in the blue shoes."
And my husband muttered back at me "Yeah, he's got Down's and his parents are right over my left shoulder."




Okay, this is no excuse, but it was nightime, the lights were dim, my eyesight sucks, and frankly, it just wasnt' that obvious at first glance. You had to look kind of hard to see it.
God is my witness, I wasn't commenting on his handicap. I didn't notice his handicap. I was commenting on his bad behavior, which his parents seemed to be ignoring and frankly should have been addressed regardless. I didn't even NOTICE that there was anything at all different about the kid. But damn! D'you think I could have possibly worded my displeasure in a more tasteless, insensitive way? I was mortified.
I would have NEVER said what I said if I'd realized what the deal was. I can only hope his parents did not hear what I said. I dont' think they did. But I felt like an entire tool shed.
It still bothers me.



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