Why We Mix Up Our Kids’ Names All the Damn Time, According to Science
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Disabled People Are Still Waiting For Their Sexual Revolution
Born with a debilitating spinal disability, 53-year- old Frenchman Marcel Nuss, met his first wife, Gaby, in hospital as he battled for his life at the age of 22. Now divorced, he lives with his partner, Marie, and his two children in the leafy suburbs of Strasbourg.
“I often had comments like ‘Oh, he’s a bit ugly’,” Marie reveals in Disability and Sexuality: Exploring the Intimacy Option, a documentary exploring the interplay between disability and sexual liberation.
Yet ableism would not drive a wedge between the two: “If you’re drawn to someone they must be attractive to you, so they cannot be ugly. I was fascinated by his vitality, his desire to move forward, the look in his eyes, his enthusiasms, and his love for life. It’s beautiful, really.”
Marie and Marcel’s relationship is one example of how love can be marred by stigma and ridicule. Kirsty Liddiard at the…
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Are we Trying Too Hard to Teach our Autistic Children?
this, in terms of a team effort by therapists and parents, I question this base assumption that our kids must constantly and incessantly be being taught stuff.I feel as though many of our autistic kids can never escape from this idea that they must always be being corrected; must always be being taught; must always be building on skills; must always be attending therapies and classes; must
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In Your Heart by Thomas S. Carver
He was so proud of his little girl
It was her very first day of school
He walked with her to school that day
And she held his hand all the way
They walked together quiet and sad
A little girl and her loving dad
Into the school her father led
But he almost cried when she said
Daddy, Daddy please don’t go
Don’t leave me here all alone
I’ll miss you if you go away
And I might need you, can’t you stay
Little Daughter please don’t cry
You’ll be okay so dry your eyes
You have our memories in your heart
We’re together though we’re apart
He sat up front on her wedding day
And cried as his daughter walked away
Later that night he watched her dance
He sat there waiting for his chance
The band started to play their song
Father and daughter danced along
She…
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To Be Joyful with So Little
Such a loving and reflective post and showing the true gift of Christmas.
When Dinora and I visited her birth place, Guatemala, we spent some time with moms who were working picking coffee beans. They toil all day while their children play nearby. Prepared for this visit, Dinora had a backpack full of little toys; small dolls, Matchbox cars, bouncy balls, toy rings, and so forth. (Above is a picture of a little girl clutching a small ring in her hand, so pleased with her gift.) The children were amazingly polite. Each child would gather around Dinora as she gave them each a small toy. Taking it delightfully appreciative into their little hands, they smiled shyly and stepped back to leave room for others to come forward. They didn’t crowd her. They didn’t ask for more, more, more. They reveled in the joy of that tiny toy! Sheer happiness!
It made me realize that more and expensive and better isn’t the right Christmas…
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