Things I wish I’d said to the guy at Chipotle.

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Things I wish I’d said to the guy at Chipotle.

Today I went to an Assistive Technology Expo. It’s a nice event, hosted by my state’s Dept of Education. At lunch, I shuffled down to the local Chipotle, because it’s something I don’t have near me, and when I am near one, my kids won’t eat it, so I don’t go. It was lunch time and this is a busy “corporate” area, so there was quite a line.

I spent the first part of the line checking my phone because it had been a whole 8 minutes since I’d last checked it. And, being in line eating by yourself, that’s what you do. Then I decided to look up and make conversation with the guy in line behind me. We talked about traffic, what brought us to this particular Chipotle, and when I said, “Well, I’m attending this Expo….because I have a child with special needs” he quickly said, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

I replied, “Oh don’t be.” And went on with my jabbering.

Then he said, “Yeah, this buddy of mine, he’s got a kid with autism, and it’s just so sad…”

At that point, I found myself interested in my phone again. Or the menu. I don’t remember.

Here’s the thing. I was caught off guard. I have an elevator pitch for my kid. I have an elevator pitch for my career choices and the special needs world in general. Doesn’t mean I always have a well thought out retort or phrase for what you say to me on the spot.

So I’m driving home….with all the “why didn’t you say…?” going through my mind. I am a huge fan of the Jerkstore Seinfeld episode, because it happens to me, basically daily. Yes, I can be very witty and verbose and even pedantic…but on my own timelines.

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Had I been given more time and more cognitive horsepower, here is what I would have said to you.

Things I wished I’d said.

First, please don’t be sorry. As is the case with most kids with disabilities, there is nothing you or I could have done to cause nor prevented this. Random. Mutation. It happens. And the CDC is telling us that it is happening more often. So I don’t need you to be sorry, I need your assistance. We’re in a battle where we are outnumbered and perceptions about us are wrong.

See, almost 20% of all kids have a special need of some kind. 20%. Quite a bit, no? So what I need you to do, is to not feel sorry for me, but to help with our place in society. Some feel we don’t deserve an education. Some feel we don’t deserve a job. I think otherwise. All we are asking for, is a chance. Will you please give us that chance? Lots of people think that people with disabilities have nothing to offer to society; that all they do is take and take and take. That is not the case, I can assure you.

The next time you have a “quirky” job candidate in front of you, who looks good on paper, but maybe his social skills are lacking. Will you give him a chance? Will you give him a second interview, and a third? And will you be brave enough to hire him, and give him the chance? Will you grant those accommodations so that he can be successful?

All we want is the chance. I want my child to have a chance.

What I want to say to you–please take a moment to review studies of hiring people with disabilities. You will find people who have done great things, changed lives, changed communities. Do you want to just hire someone, or make some real change? Hiring people with disabilities makes financial sense and moral sense.

You told me where you worked. No doubt, a good, solid, stable job. Decent pay, one you can live on. That’s all we’re asking for. Will you strongly consider a candidate with disabilities who sits there before you? Shouldn’t we be able to earn a sustainable wage, if given the chance? We’re just asking for a chance.

You said that for your friend, “Yeah, it’s real sad.” It’s not all sad. Without being too pious, I’d suffice to say….my life is better than yours. More challenging? You bet. But I’ve felt lows I didn’t even think I’d experience, and highs that I only wish I could duplicate. I wish all parents could feel the same. If they are sad now, I want you to tell them that it won’t always be sad. They’ll feel emotions they never even knew they had. Find strength they never dreamed they could muster. The sunny days will outnumber the gray ones.

When we are sad, it’s usually not because our kids tried something and couldn’t achieve it. It’s because someone didn’t give us a chance to try. We don’t cry because our kids can’t read and write like other kids…we cry because they were rejected on the playground or dismissed by someone out in public. I can work around reading and writing, I can’t force people to friend my child.

Be there for them. They need you. They need another family that won’t give them the side-eye when they go out in public. Someone who is on Team Them. Someone who has their back. Gives them a shoulder to cry on, a face to scream at when frustrated, someone to sit there silent with them when there is nothing to say. Be that for them. Don’t be sad, be helpful.

What we need, is for you, the next time that friend’s Facebook post says, “Please call your legislators about this….this affects my child.” We need you to call. We’re a minority in society and we need others pulling for us too.

The next time you’re on the job site and hear someone say, “Dude, that’s retarded,” I want you to think of your friend’s son and I want you to think of me. And then stand tall and say, “Not cool, find another word.” Don’t allow it. That’s what I really want, not your pity.

All I ask is that you please, please, please, don’t be sorry for us and don’t be sad for us. Just understand our struggles. And help us fight for them. Disabilities is the last civil rights frontier to be fought, join us in the fight. Disability knows no social boundaries, no race boundaries, no economic boundaries…it affects everyone. And all our kids want is acceptance. Be accepting. Include us, don’t just ‘tolerate’ us. And inclusion means contribution. We can contribute, we will contribute, give us the chance.

Our time here on this Earth is finite. I am wistful that I missed out on 20 seconds with you. Twenty seconds that could have perhaps changed your outlook on kids with disabilities being sad and sorry. Lesson learned, for me. I’ll bring my A-game next time.

Had I thought it through, I would have just asked you for a chance, not your pity.

{this was written several years ago and recently updated}

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