"It still makes me feel so sad that some people look at our kids as a joke."
When I was asked if I would write something for today's observance of Spread the Word, To End the Word, I decided to finish and make public a poem I have been working on for a while. I have modeled it on my favorite poem by Robert Frost.
The use of the R-word may seem harmless enough -- until real people get hurt. That one simple word affects people deeply. It hurts people living with intellectual and developmental disabilities, it hurts their families and it hurts their friends.
For many people my age, the word 'retirement' has even worse connotations. One of my friends shrivels her nose whenever the topic comes up, as if the very word contains a whiff of nursing home. For my husband, the word is freighted with images of ancients in Florida.
As children, we heard the R-word all the time -- on the playground, on the bus, even coming out of our own mouths. Even as adults we hear the R-word being used in so-called polite company.
These amazing athletes are the ones that educate our community each day so that the "r-word" is not accepted.
Even after having Pip, close people in my life still use the word without thinking. And while I'm not normally an "R-Word Crusader," I do have to honestly admit I cringe inside each and every time I hear it said.
If you want to join us in building a world of respect and connectedness, then your directive is clear and simple: be good to people with intellectual disabilities.
We decided to take a stand to make our school a more inclusive and welcoming place. To do so, we believed our school needed to stop using the R-word.