We get quite a few volunteers at the hospital and we have a guy named Denny who comes in that's mentally handicapped. One of my co-workers asked why I avoided the guy and didn't like to be around him, so I told him.
When I was in elementary school I was freakishly tall. In 5th grade I was the third tallest student, about as tall as my mother and grandmother. No of my classmates messed with me and I'm way too timid to bully anyone, but I did have my share of fights. I don't know how it came about but someone told some of the special ed kids I was always making fun of them. These two kids, William and Byron, would try and jump me at recess. I usually tripped them or threw them into walls or playground equipment, but I developed a certain weariness of handicapped people.
The thing is I've spent much of my youth around retarded people. I grew up down the street from an assisted living home and had classes with a few of them. Still, I don't like being around them now. Its odd how the smaller animal parts of the brain can override our rational side.
Jan 10, 2010
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