Author Topic: loving spoiled special needs kids  (Read 25263 times)

Incoming joke, if I didn't say this, people'd get their knickers in a knot.
We should just neuter them to remove them from the gene pool entirely!!

My aunt with many disabilities recently died.
Was she victim of your grandmother's bad cooking too? Did you do another home burial?

There are many special needs students at my school

All of them have their own personal "guide" person who follows them around. All the special needs kids are in the same gym class too. Theres only one "special needs" (Dont even know if he special needs he might just be disabled") who is in a regular class





once I had a homeroom full of special needs kids and I was supposed to be their role model, and to teach them how to act normally
I got honored for it this year and it felt good C:

that same year, I had a locker next to some special needs girl
she was watching me put in my locker combo and some teacher caught her and she got in trouble

another time in a totally different classroom there was this other special needs guy that threw a fit because the teacher threw a pizza party and didn't order the kind of pizza he wanted
I tried to calm him down:
"hey, it's okay. you should try some of the other pizzas, not a big deal, righ-"
"YES IT IIIIIIISSSS"
"just one bite? you might really like one of them!"
"NO I WANT PEPPERONI"

wish I had more interesting stories with special needs kids but whatever

you guys' schools and teachers or what have you
they're awful with special needs kids

Who doesn't get pepperoni pizza?

They sure spoil those special needs kids even though they will never benifit humanity in any way. At least they are in a seperate room in my high school. Unlike my godawful middle school.

Who doesn't get pepperoni pizza?
I mean plain old cheese was there but that wasn't good enough for him

I can't believe it either, hell i think she actually got raped but thought this was a "gift" (yes, she calls her baby a gift.)

hopefully i'm not bumping this, I got an email from the directed studies teacher saying she's in labor just an hour ago.


and i have to go because my mom is an starfish.

I remember this one time in high school where a girl got pregnant.
She wasn't special needs.

hopefully i'm not bumping this, I got an email from the directed studies teacher saying she's in labor just an hour ago.

its the parents faults for being dumbstuffs and not watching their autistic child to make sure stuff like this doesn't happen

In my mind, it's a fine line wether to help them or not in terms of educationally, socially and mentally. Their treatment in my opinion should be more normalised to benefit them for the future.

I understand you need to support people for their lives may be that ounce harder. I myself was a moderate on the autism spectrum once, but now since of therapy I'm off the spectrum. As I matured, I learnt that most of therapy centres trying to fix the problem tried to make them like normal, healthy people, not single them out. An that's what I want.

At my school, people treat the 13 year old students as if their in the bottom Kindergarten, it sickens me seeing that. If they want to truly "help" them for the better, they should teach people not to lower standards drastically for them, even if their got problems.

I feel sorry for them in society, they may not be able to cope with the seriousness of life. They will may never learn how to fend for themselves when they have to face big problems.

It's a matter of that we need to teach special needs to cope with society, even if it may harm them. It's for the better.

hopefully i'm not bumping this, I got an email from the directed studies teacher saying she's in labor just an hour ago.
and i have to go because my mom is an starfish.
you have to go... where? watch her give birth?

you have to go... where? watch her give birth?
ew thats gros

hopefully i'm not bumping this, I got an email from the directed studies teacher saying she's in labor just an hour ago.


and i have to go because my mom is an starfish.

I...uh.... What?

Why?