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Originally Posted by mailman
My wife works with disabled children. If you think your having a bad day because you need to help them think about them and their situation and not being able to do much of anything for the most part. Get over yourself and your ignorance.
To say working with them is not for you is one thing its another thing to say your having a bad day because you had to help.
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Ever spent a week reminding a neurotic, mentally handicapped man of the random names he tries to remember just for the sake of remembering, every 2 or 3 minutes of every waking hour, over and over and over again, until you know the names of all the weathermen on tv on every single station of dozens, all the b-list celebrities on talkshows, all the names of cousins of friends of brothers of people he met 30 years ago by heart?
Ever been accused for months on end by such a mentally handicapped for doing something which he himself does but forgets immediately afterwards?
Ever had someone burst out at you in a violent rage for taking the wrong cup when making coffee?
No?
Then I kindly suggest you shut the fuck up.
I do it, and I am glad to help, but I don't fucking enjoy it. If you think you would, you'd be welcome to come and help.