Community Tard Baby General (includes brain dead kids) - Fundies and their genetic Fuckups; Parents of corpses in denial

Sped kids who tard rage at sped teachers for being patronizing assholes did nothing wrong, and I wish them only the best :semperfidelis:
In the words of a friend's sister, "I'm not retarded. I have Down syndrome. Asshole."

I've mentioned this before, but I just love it so much. I wish you all could have heard the contempt in her voice.
 
Sped kids who tard rage at sped teachers for being patronizing assholes did nothing wrong, and I wish them only the best
I have a minor disability that made me struggle a lot in school (nothing severe or physical, think something like dyslexia) and I was put in the sped room whenever I needed extra time on a test so that I wouldn't have to stay in the normal classroom when the next group of students came in.

Every single sped teacher, WITHOUT FAIL, HATED the fucking kids.

Getting frustrated and sighing melodramatically when a girl with a stutter doesn't immediately say what she wants within 0.5 seconds, holding an autistic girl's arms to her side to get her to stop "flapping" (not even being disruptive to anyone or in danger of thwapping someone) straight up telling another kid with severe ADHD "why can't you just focus and be normal?" I, myself, have got the "baby voice" and talked down to even though I was literally just a normal student who needed extra time. I'm still shocked no one, myself included, told them off/bit them/REEEEE'd/etc.
So many of them become sped teachers because they want to help these poor, helpless, innocent children because they're like, totes empaths guise, and metaphorically shit their pants whenever a kid has the slightest tone, has anger issues or doesn't IMMEDIATELY sit down and do their work perfectly and quietly. If I had a dollar for every time a sped teacher sighed loudly and angrily whenever their assigned student politely asked for help on their work I'd have a MINIMUM of $100.
 
We don't force people to eat, even if it's her favorite, and "she's always eaten it before no problem, just shove it in her mouth! No, you gotta make her chew. Then massage her throat so she swallows." (Yes, this happened to me, and no, I did not fucking do that).
EAT THE FUCKIN BREADBEAR AUNTIE, YOU LOVE YOUR BREADBEARS!!! Every care worker I know of who works with the terminally ill/elderly is a good person. But there is no way for them to be completely unaffected when a client dies or to be impacted by what they see.
Spoiler: OT, but...
I had similar issues in school and I found resource teachers were much better than special needs teachers. But not every student is lucky enough to be in a system where they are differentiated. Like in the UK, even having a mild LD like dyslexia is put in the same category as a severely retarded kid that shits themselves and can barely understand anything. It's all considered an LD (learning disability) there legally. In North America, there is more separation between learning disabilities (dyslexia etc) and intellectual disability (mental retardation).
 
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But there is no way for them to be completely unaffected when a client dies or to be impacted by what they see.
Again, it's easier when the client is end-of-life from the start. You try not to get too attached. And you can either compartmentalize, and do OK on the job, or you can't and you tap out.
And it's OK to tap out. Sometimes it's too much.
The worst part is, easily, the smells. I keep either Vick's Vaporub or peppermint oil in my bag for a reason.
 
The special education studentsI in my school district had to clean the cafeteria after lunch and take out the trash from classrooms during the day. I will never forget the feeling of sitting in class when some intellectually disabled kid came in to literally clean up after me. Sometimes, it would be my friend's sister, who hung out with us sometimes and that was even worse.
 
For people who believe babies like this are “gods plan”, wtf is the plan?
There's an episode of The Twilight Zone that's a pretty good metaphor for fundies' understanding of God. It's about a six-year-old boy in a small town named Anthony Fremont who has reality-bending powers. Because Anthony has all the naivete and impulsiveness of a normal six-year-old, he fails to consider how his actions affect others and the things he does often negatively affect the other townspeople. However, they can't tell him when he's doing something that hurts them because he'll throw a fit and subject the person complaining to some horrible fate. As a result, whenever Anthony does something, the townspeople go on about how it's a good thing even when it fucks them over.

Fundies believe that God is both in control of everything that happens to them and is benevolent. As a result, whenever they get hit with something bad like the death of a loved one or their baby coming out a fucked-up flesh doll, they convince themselves that it's good for them in some way because they're afraid that questioning God's benevolence even once will result in them going to Hi-diddly Hell.
 
PL about end-of-life care
I do end-of-life care and it's hard sometimes, but when you're going into a situation where you know your patient (in my case, client, as I'm non-medical) is actively dying, you start out compartmentalized.
The patients usually aren't problematic; the family is. When someone goes home to die, they know what they're doing and why, and have come to a certain peace with their decision. The care team is used to seeing people at their most vulnerable, in terrible states, and have the knowledge and experience to change tactics when need be. So if Aunt Mable starts to have a hard time swallowing, we don't yell at them to try harder, we just use thickener. We don't force people to eat, even if it's her favorite, and "she's always eaten it before no problem, just shove it in her mouth! No, you gotta make her chew. Then massage her throat so she swallows." (Yes, this happened to me, and no, I did not fucking do that).

I like doing end-of-life for a few reasons. For one, it's really low-pressure. Client's not up to doing XYZ today? Fuck it, then, we won't, let's do something else. Doesn't matter.
For two, helping someone have a dignified, pain-free death is the last "gift" you can give them.

I worked at a hospital morgue for quite a long time and while a lot of people (who might watch too much fiction) think morgue techs are irreverent, irresponsible assholes who play pranks on people with bodies and medical examiners are assholes who eat over bodies and are completely numb to even the worst trauma or most tragic situations, I found that to be completely and profoundly untrue. The people I worked with were some of the most empathetic I've ever met. 100% if you did anything even remotely disrespectful or unprofessional around the workplace you'd be fired.

Having said that, compartmentalising is kind of necessary to some degree. I know I found it necessary, and I was mostly just dealing with routine deaths of the aged or people who had finally lost hellish battles to awful diseases. I (thankfully) never had to work on a child, since they were sent directly to the morgue at the children's hospital that was 3 minutes away. You need to know how to be understanding and empathetic without letting the family walk all over you. I admired the hell out of the doctors I worked with, who were never rude or abrupt in the face of grief anger or performative wailing, but also never let those people define the experience for the other family members who might be present.

I guess what I'm saying is that when you work with tragedy or death and suffering you have to learn how to deal with it. Usually the people that are attracted to these unenviable jobs are trying to make a difference, or believe in what they're doing, or are just normal people working a job they don't love but are doing their best. You do what you can to deal with the job and some people sink and others swim. Unfortunately, the close proximity to vulnerable people and the admiration for doing an unenviable job sometimes attract shitty people who will abuse their position. I haven't heard about it in hospice specifically, but I sure have in plenty of other medical situations. IDK, I just don't think hospice gives sociopaths the same sense of superiority to fuel narcissism as some other professions.
 
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The special education studentsI in my school district had to clean the cafeteria after lunch and take out the trash from classrooms during the day. I will never forget the feeling of sitting in class when some intellectually disabled kid came in to literally clean up after me. Sometimes, it would be my friend's sister, who hung out with us sometimes and that was even worse.
Here’s a palette cleanser.
They made the kids that got caught smoking weed or skipping schools bus tables at my high school during lunch. The adult head jannie they worked under wore a huge belt buckle with his name, Roy. All the busted kids made similar belt buckles out of paper in solidarity to head janny Roy, who had more than a little drinking problem.

Being student jannies had perks like Roy not noticing obvious weed smoking in the supply area nor minding buying beer on weekends for his student jannies he’d run into.

When Roy got into a drunken brawl at some dive bar and shot twice, all the student jannies visited in the hospital and took up a collection to help with his bills while he was recovering.

I think they stopped the punishment after I graduated because being a student janny became a badge of honor.
 
Again, it's easier when the client is end-of-life from the start. You try not to get too attached. And you can either compartmentalize, and do OK on the job, or you can't and you tap out.
And it's OK to tap out. Sometimes it's too much.
The worst part is, easily, the smells. I keep either Vick's Vaporub or peppermint oil in my bag for a reason.
It's a rough job from what I've observed. You have to disassemble that from your regular life.

Also, ignorant family members who talk about the patient like they are not there! Major peeve.
 
I have a minor disability that made me struggle a lot in school (nothing severe or physical, think something like dyslexia) and I was put in the sped room whenever I needed extra time on a test so that I wouldn't have to stay in the normal classroom when the next group of students came in.

Every single sped teacher, WITHOUT FAIL, HATED the fucking kids.

Getting frustrated and sighing melodramatically when a girl with a stutter doesn't immediately say what she wants within 0.5 seconds, holding an autistic girl's arms to her side to get her to stop "flapping" (not even being disruptive to anyone or in danger of thwapping someone) straight up telling another kid with severe ADHD "why can't you just focus and be normal?" I, myself, have got the "baby voice" and talked down to even though I was literally just a normal student who needed extra time. I'm still shocked no one, myself included, told them off/bit them/REEEEE'd/etc.
So many of them become sped teachers because they want to help these poor, helpless, innocent children because they're like, totes empaths guise, and metaphorically shit their pants whenever a kid has the slightest tone, has anger issues or doesn't IMMEDIATELY sit down and do their work perfectly and quietly. If I had a dollar for every time a sped teacher sighed loudly and angrily whenever their assigned student politely asked for help on their work I'd have a MINIMUM of $100.
Every single kid I've met who was in SPED was genuinely traumatized by it. These being autistics of varying function, but all of them were traumatized.

The best outcome? The kid turns into a massive fucking brat because they get coddled too hard.
 
There's an episode of The Twilight Zone that's a pretty good metaphor for fundies' understanding of God. It's about a six-year-old boy in a small town named Anthony Fremont who has reality-bending powers. Because Anthony has all the naivete and impulsiveness of a normal six-year-old, he fails to consider how his actions affect others and the things he does often negatively affect the other townspeople. However, they can't tell him when he's doing something that hurts them because he'll throw a fit and subject the person complaining to some horrible fate. As a result, whenever Anthony does something, the townspeople go on about how it's a good thing even when it fucks them over.

Fundies believe that God is both in control of everything that happens to them and is benevolent. As a result, whenever they get hit with something bad like the death of a loved one or their baby coming out a fucked-up flesh doll, they convince themselves that it's good for them in some way because they're afraid that questioning God's benevolence even once will result in them going to Hi-diddly Hell.

It's good that you posted this, @John Merston ! It's real good!
 
Claire had only a vague sense of awareness, if that. She may have been physically uncomfortable; it's possible that they filmed the family segments later, after Claire had worked out a gas bubble or had a diaper change. The lack of awareness is part and parcel of what makes the Hartley interview a low point for the channel: in every other interview, the "Special" kid shows at least some awareness of what's going on, and tries to interact with (or at least react to) Malibu Ken in some fashion. Here, despite all the pretense, there is zero reaction, and zero hints of awareness. None. The girls could have been held by a giant rutabega speaking Cantonese, and they would have had the same reactions.
He did a video with a kid who had suffered brain damage at birth who manages to out-potato the Spooligans.
Notice how the kid never shows a SINGLE sign of life whatsoever during the video. The Hartleys might not have shown any signs of awareness, but at least they displayed some primitive reflexes. This spud just sits there as still as a statue.
 
He did a video with a kid who had suffered brain damage at birth who manages to out-potato the Spooligans.
Notice how the kid never shows a SINGLE sign of life whatsoever during the video. The Hartleys might not have shown any signs of awareness, but at least they displayed some primitive reflexes. This spud just sits there as still as a statue.
Uhm, if I didn't know better I would assume this was a joke. The little pauses he does after each sentence while potato kid keeps staring, unblinking, into nothingness is just *chef's kiss*
 
He did a video with a kid who had suffered brain damage at birth who manages to out-potato the Spooligans.
Notice how the kid never shows a SINGLE sign of life whatsoever during the video. The Hartleys might not have shown any signs of awareness, but at least they displayed some primitive reflexes. This spud just sits there as still as a statue.

I remember this one. The kid is as motionless as a doll. There's nothing going on in there. Mom wants people to see a normal little boy. It reminds me of when Gwen told those trick or treaters that her Hooligans were just like regular children.

I guess it's easy to project a persona onto a potato because it's a complete blank slate.
 
He did a video with a kid who had suffered brain damage at birth who manages to out-potato the Spooligans.
Notice how the kid never shows a SINGLE sign of life whatsoever during the video. The Hartleys might not have shown any signs of awareness, but at least they displayed some primitive reflexes. This spud just sits there as still as a statue.
The man in the video is so obviously faking everything he's saying. It's sad.

By the way, does AJ ever blink?
 
I'm so going to Hell but whenever I see AJ I'm seeing this in my head.
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The man in the video is so obviously faking everything he's saying. It's sad.

By the way, does AJ ever blink?
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The special education studentsI in my school district had to clean the cafeteria after lunch and take out the trash from classrooms during the day. I will never forget the feeling of sitting in class when some intellectually disabled kid came in to literally clean up after me. Sometimes, it would be my friend's sister, who hung out with us sometimes and that was even worse.
How long ago was this? Unless it was part of their life-skills training, that's exploitive.
 
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