Does anyone teach their kids that song anymore? (I mean besides me. Cause I'm odd, apparently, and sing all kinds of old songs from my childhood. Constantly.)
Anyway, my MIL could use a little reminder. Or a big one. I'm not picky.
There's so much family drama going on right now and part of me wants to sit and just watch while eating popcorn. The other part of me is just praying it doesn't spill onto us.
But what ended up happening so far is MIL, during a call wherein she was catching me up on some of it ended up deciding to call youngest "special needs." When I asked her about that, she went on to talk about his "retardation."
I will say I'm proud of myself for how I responded because I really wanted to curse her and hang up. Instead I explained that while yes, he is a little less mature than his peers and yes, there are things that are harder for him than others, neither of her assessments are correct. And beyond that, if they were, we wouldn't choose to push them as part of his identity such that they become an excuse for why he doesn't work, won't work, and lives a mostly nocturnal life with his parents. (I stopped at excuse when talking to her. The rest was in my head. And then it continued, in my head, "like my youngest sister in law does.")
We aren't taking SIL in when hubby's parents die and we are going to everything within our ability to ensure that youngest is set up for a successful life himself. Because he doesn't have challenges that make that unrealistic (and neither does she, except that they've convinced her and themselves that that's the case.)
Labels - particularly incorrect ones - do more harm than good. I don't really understand why people don't get that.
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