I am currently working with two children who have special needs. It’s not easy, but it’s kind of fun, to be honest.
This prepares me for the days when I actually do teach, as it gives me more patience-and I have my own brain issues to work with.
One child is dyslexic and the other child has anxiety issues. Both are under 12.
Oh, yeah! I’m studying Education in grad school now, so maybe that might help to paint the picture a little better.
The average American casts children like these into the sea. But then again, the average American is a dumbass who is too short sighted and selfish to think about the greater good-and the rest of the world has picked up on this.
The older one gets bullied often, so I have to cruise the streets to find this little fucker and give him a warning-just enough to put the fear of God and the devil into his punk ass. Both have issues with time in the morning, as they fight the inevitable-as any kid would.
This wears on their mother, who is my girlfriend, of course. However, I have no found myself being the very person whom I despise in many cases, for their sake, as I have had to explain to them what the world will do to them if they are not prepared to take on the world.
Good luck to me, huh?