Dealing with the public has never been my strong suit. I have social anxiety, panic disorder and I just don't generally agree with people because the majority of people lack common sense, compassion for others, and are just very self-absorbed. And I cannot fake happy. I also cannot control my facial expressions very well, when I try to I usually end up with a blank stare or zombified look. Not pretty.
One thing I really cannot take is when I know that I have a valid issue to discuss and have corrected, and someone "Customer Services" me. Ohhhh, this irritates me to no end!! And it is done, often, by one person in particular.
Another thing that gets under my skin is when someone patronizes me, thinking I am an idiot because they don't know me. Again, happens all too often.
I think by now, anyone who has been reading this blog knows that I am not lacking in intelligence. I may be an emotional mess, I may have a loud mouth, but stupid? Nah, that's not me.
So why then do these people continue to treat me as if I am brain dead? o.O
I am so sick of people acting like Mary is just trying to get attention or that she's lazy or pretending to be sick and in need of her wheelchair! My baby goes through a lot. Her body isn't a typical healthy 11 year old's body. SHE IS SICK!! Dang, I wish people would realize this.
IT'S NOT "JUST" ARTHRITIS! IT'S JUVENILE ARTHRITIS. Which is an autoimmune disease. It isn't just a slight ache here and there when the air gets cold. (Although the weather does make it worse), it's also that my daughter is 11 years old and her body cannot hold her up from day to day. It may hold her fine today, but tomorrow she won't be able to walk. She may be able to walk from the car to the house today, but tomorrow, I will have to carry her in. And just because she can walk from the classroom to the bathroom, doesn't mean she can walk to (and back from) the cafeteria that is on the other side of the school.
Not to mention, again, it's an autoimmune disease. She gets extremely bad headaches, sometimes from the medicine, sometimes from the disease. She has stomach aches and body aches (not just little ol' lady pangs here and there) but real pains. Her ENTIRE internal system is affected by this. And we never know how it will attack her from day to day.
Geez! Wake up people! Research what you are judging. Stop being so simple minded. Stop believing you know everything based on what you think you see. YOU HAVE NO IDEA!! And you won't, until you care to actually pay attention and get to know her and her life.
I'm tired, y'all. I am slowly losing my filter. I am losing my ability to hold my tongue and it's just getting harder and harder. I am about to go off and that's not going to be good for anyone.
When I got Mary from school today, I was met at the door by a staff member who informed me that I haven't been sending notes in with Mary when she is in her wheelchair stating that I'd be picking her up that afternoon. Well duh! She can't get on the bus in her chair now can she?? Hello, McFly!! *knock, knock* Is anybody home? This is a perfect example of a policy zombie.
I maintained and told her that it was supposed to be in her 504 that I would pick her up when she was in the chair and I was told that was sufficient enough. She said, "I don't look at 504s." My thoughts? "Either start looking into the 504s that you are curious about or mind your own business, but stay out of my way with your bad attitude and stop looking down your nose at me. I'm guessing I'd be right in thinking maybe you have your own issues to tend to."
But that's not what I said of course. Cause I am trying hard to remain nice and get through this year without an incident and I really do hate to be ugly to someone, even if they do deserve it. I feel bad afterward every time I have to tell someone how I feel, but they are making this very difficult.
So then she asks me, "Do you know what days she will be in the chair?" o.O *sigh* SMH
Why yes, she won't be able to walk tomorrow, next Wednesday, Dec. 23rd and possibly next June.
Y'all....smh. I am trying so hard.
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