This is my daughter. She is autistic. And let me tell you, she is F-ABULOUS.
This morning, I read THIS post by Matt Walsh and WHOA – it was delightful to say the least. Because one human being took the time to school another human being (we’ll call him “Asshole”) on the gross stupidity of making a comment like: “Man, some people need to learn how to control their f**king kids.” In a grocery store. Like, as if, the grocery store wasn’t torturous enough for kids and grownups with kids, Asshole had to share his clairvoyant perspective on the situation.
Way to go, Matt Walsh. Your children are blessed to have you.
So I will take the liberty of adding this dimension to Mr. Walsh’s encounter. Our dimension. Our encounters with Asshole at the grocery store. You see, every day my baby girl steps outside our door into a world that doesn’t quite understand her yet. Where stares and whispers and outright insults assault her everywhere she goes. Like in a grocery store when she is simply overwhelmed by the lights, noise, crowded aisles, or having to wait in the deli line for a slice of heavenly cheese. Who knows what any child in a grocery store is flailing and wailing about? You don’t, Asshole. You just DON’T.
And so my daughter walks this world a target for Asshole and those like him. She is target for gross misinterpretations and judgments of not only my parenting ability, but her intelligence. Because commentary like above can not only be that bad, it can be so much worse. So much more hateful.
My daughter can hear you, Asshole. She understands every crinkle of your nose, every look of pity and she knows that your condescending tone of voice is more about your insecurity and discomfort than it is about her communication barriers or tantrums in the grocery store. So whether you are claiming to judge me or my parenting style, you are really judging a seven-year-old child. And that really makes you an asshole, Asshole. And anyone like you who judges by first glance alone and dares to assume why a child is having trouble in a grocery store, or a park, or a mall, is not far from the kind of asshole that uses the R-word.
And seriously. The F-word is so much more appropriate. Does this child look anything other than F-ABULOUS?
My daughter may have challenges that are unique to your own, Asshole, but she isn’t complaining. She is overcoming. She hears the conversation and she is saying I AM WORTHY. Behind her and so many others you don’t take the time to see, Asshole, are parents who love these children and are sticking by their guns in those grocery store aisles because every day is a battle. A battle to teach and love and have patience. A battle to overcome you, Asshole, and your judgy stares.
It is people like Matt Walsh that are changing the world every day with their WHOA – NO YOU DIDN’T courage to stand up to you, Asshole.
Each day WE step outside our door and into the world, WE are asking you to embrace US. WE are expecting greatness of heart from YOU. WE are expecting nothing less than what we all yearn for on this earth. Love and acceptance.
Even FOR you and FROM you, Asshole.
That mother in the grocery store was FABULOUS. Mr. Walsh was FABULOUS.
You, Asshole, have some growing and changing to do my friend. And then maybe others with call you Fabulous, too. And then we can all hang and be fabulous together. Like it should be in this world. A whole lot of FABULOUSNESS.
This is my daughter.
She is autistic.
Go ahead and drop the F-bomb, y’all. Because she is F-ABULOUS.
What will YOU be?