The majority of the emails/messages I get from readers of this here blog, are to express their extreme displeasure with basically anything and everything about my existence.
Once, way back in the dark ages, I had an entire hate site dedicated to me and a couple of my friends. I will never look at Purple Trumpets in the same way again…
Warm and fuzzy memories.
So when I saw there was a message for me on my blog Facebook Page, I girded my loins, took a deep breath and opened it. Ready to skim the abuse before deleting. Admittedly I was about to hit delete after the first paragraph…
Thankfully I stopped. Because this message made me (and MPS to a lesser extent) cry big heaving snotty tears of gratitude.
Sometimes a post, written in the heat of the moment with passion and determination to try and
get help people understand, actually touches someone. And makes them act differently.
And that is awesome.
So. Very. Awesome.
I will jump in here – before the trolls – and say I am not posting this to blow my own horn (we all know I liken that to public self love) I was going to remove the nice things she said at the end but felt that her words were so eloquent I couldn’t do that.
So yeah, she said nice stuff about me. It made me feel good. Can’t we concentrate on the nice people of the internet and kick the nasty arsehats to the curb for a change?
The post she is referring to is ‘It’s OK’ where I talk about it being OK to be nervous and unsure around someone with a disability.
I hope that the people in that waiting room that day saw her kindness and will do the same for another family.
Mums of kids on the spectrum, get your tissues out NOW.
“Thank you for opening my eyes.
I recently started reading your blog after stumbling across if a couple of times from different directions. At first I wasn’t going to read it, cause I thought ” Huh, some chick who thinks she’s a superhero X-man” lol.
One of the first entries I read was the one about just being acknowledged when in public, it really touched me, and I wanted to share an experience I had recently that went the way it did purely because of your writing and the way it touches and educates those of us unfamiliar with the difficulties faced with dealing with a special child in everyday situations.
I entered my GP’s large waiting room for an afternoon routine appointment. Large amounts of people were clustered up one end of the room. Up the other end was a mum with two toddlers and a head-slapping, loud noise making bundle of anxiety dressed in the body of a 14 year old boy.
Now prior to reading MB2 I would have taken my place up the other end of the room, and initially started heading that way. I stopped in my tracks, turned around and walked up to the lady and asked if it was OK to sit here, admittedly she did look at me as if I was insane, lol.
We got to chatting and she was seeing the same GP as I was, and turns out the appointments were running about an hour late as per usual in the afternoons. My appointment time was ahead of hers so I asked her to excuse me for a moment. From the look on her face I’m sure she thought I just wanted to get away and it was heart breaking.
I went to the desk and asked if they could swap our appointments as mine was earlier and her son was very distressed. Then went back and sat down with her again and had a nice chat for another 15 minutes. When her name was called she looked confused and I explained that I switched our appointments so she could go first. After her appointment she came over to me and thanked me as though I had given her a million dollars instead of 15 minutes of my time. She explained that it wasn’t often that she was treated kindly by strangers and that often people were even hostile. As she left we both had a tear in our eyes.
It cost me NOTHING to help her. I didn’t do it because I wanted her thanks or to be seen as a good person, I did it because it was the right thing to do and shame on that room full of people who didn’t do the same. Shame on me as well, a week ago I would have been one of those blind people up the other end of the room too. So thank you for opening my eyes. When you’re feeling down and doubting your “awesomeness” remember the pebble in the water effect and know that your “awesome” has spread far and wide across the country and continues to do good. Keep up the good work and stay awesome.
Fuck it. I am bawling again.
Thankyou so much Natalie, you will be forever remembered in that mothers heart.
And in mine.
P.S. The blog name isn’t about X-Men. It is a font. Explanation here.