In my apartment building, there is a couple who are raising a severly autistic teenage son. This boy seems to be more disabled than some children with cerebral palsy that I have known. He seems to not understand where he is or what anyone else is doing. Poor boy seems trapped inside himself. Any small change, like even walking through a door, is met with screaming and crying.
The parents of this boy, I think, have sort of exacerbated the problem. They are awful. Super trashy attitude. Their response to their son's disability is if he screams to just leave him behind. Remember, this is a severely mentally disabled boy. So imagine, being trapped inside yourself, unable to communicate. And your parents walk into the elevator without you and close the door. They seem to think it will make him wise up and stop crying. But all he does is panic and scream and clutch his hair in distress. It's terrible to see.
You need a key fob to get into the building. Often, if the boy is resistant to going through the door, the parents will just walk in the buiding and pull the door closed behind them, locking the boy outside. To which he panics and pounds on the door, crying and pleading (wordlessly). They leave him like that for several minutes, while they talk trash on their own son. It is sick.
I've spoken up and said that I am autistic, and that I can sort of understand what he's going through. The parents just roll their eyes. And it's like that with the extended family too. Their answer to his disability is to try to toughen him up. It never, ever, ever works. All it does is make him afraid.
I hate it. I'm one millimeter from calling child protective services. I never snitch on people. But this family, golly, they are disgusting.
The parents of this boy, I think, have sort of exacerbated the problem. They are awful. Super trashy attitude. Their response to their son's disability is if he screams to just leave him behind. Remember, this is a severely mentally disabled boy. So imagine, being trapped inside yourself, unable to communicate. And your parents walk into the elevator without you and close the door. They seem to think it will make him wise up and stop crying. But all he does is panic and scream and clutch his hair in distress. It's terrible to see.
You need a key fob to get into the building. Often, if the boy is resistant to going through the door, the parents will just walk in the buiding and pull the door closed behind them, locking the boy outside. To which he panics and pounds on the door, crying and pleading (wordlessly). They leave him like that for several minutes, while they talk trash on their own son. It is sick.
I've spoken up and said that I am autistic, and that I can sort of understand what he's going through. The parents just roll their eyes. And it's like that with the extended family too. Their answer to his disability is to try to toughen him up. It never, ever, ever works. All it does is make him afraid.
I hate it. I'm one millimeter from calling child protective services. I never snitch on people. But this family, golly, they are disgusting.