Mother Pays For Her Son to Have Friends (Based On A True Story)

Sad! Knowing me ... I would have been one of the kids that didn't show up. I would have been ashamed of myself many years later.


Wanna know a secret? I'm actually technically mentally retarded myself so I can relate to this. People always believed me to be stupid in school so they stopped trying to teach me some things,.. I had the last laugh though because I taught myself what they didn't bother teaching me. ;)
 
Wanna know a secret? I'm actually technically mentally retarded myself so I can relate to this. People always believed me to be stupid in school so they stopped trying to teach me some things,.. I had the last laugh though because I taught myself what they didn't bother teaching me. ;)
Did your Mom pay for your fiance?
 
Wanna know a secret? I'm actually technically mentally retarded myself so I can relate to this. People always believed me to be stupid in school so they stopped trying to teach me some things,.. I had the last laugh though because I taught myself what they didn't bother teaching me. ;)
Well … you certainly seem articulate, intelligent, and aware of the circumstances surrounding us. So you must be an exceptional teacher!!
 
Well … you certainly seem articulate, intelligent, and aware of the circumstances surrounding us. So you must be an exceptional teacher!!


Thank you and it's a common misconception that mentally challenged people are stupid. My brain just functions differently and I learn slower than most people, but I really am like everybody else as I breathe air and bleed red just like you. :)
 
Thank you and it's a common misconception that mentally challenged people are stupid. My brain just functions differently and I learn slower than most people, but I really am like everybody else as I breathe air and bleed red just like you. :)
Then why do you hate those different from yerself?
 
Wanna know a secret? I'm actually technically mentally retarded myself so I can relate to this. People always believed me to be stupid in school so they stopped trying to teach me some things,.. I had the last laugh though because I taught myself what they didn't bother teaching me. ;)

Which proves THEY are the stupid ones.............not YOU!!!!
 
I've worked with "retarded" people before, and I've worked with physically disabled people, and all the in-betweens.

I've found, that if you learn how to speak their "language"............they are a LOT more intelligent than "normal" people.

Sure, some are worse off than others, but most of them that are not dealing with something debilitating, are the ones that are pretty fucking smart. You just have to learn how to speak to them and understand their mannerisms.

I learn different from anyone else. I had my troubles in school too, because they teach genericly and across a standard practice range.
My brain is literal and organized. I have to learn things via "A, B, C, 1, 2, 3" otherwise its all scrambled eggs to me.

You can give me all the pieces and I can put them all together like a puzzle, but that takes longer than just explaining in solid wording, in literal order of importance and how its done. But once I get it, I can fly with it easily.
 
Which proves THEY are the stupid ones.............not YOU!!!!


Well there's some things I still don't know and understand, but that still doesn't make me any different from anybody else and my fiancée has told me exactly the same thing btw. The special ed teachers I had that literally gave up on me and tried to make me give up on myself didn't have the right to be a special ed teacher.
 
Sad part about this video and story............

It's not just the "slow" kids out there, or the handicapped ones. It's ALL kids.

Kids who dress different.
Kids who look different.
Kids who are poor.
Kids who are shy.
Kids who don't have any social skills of any kind.
etc.....


Fortunately for me...........I've always been magnetized to the "weirdos" and "freaks" in school
When nobody else would sit near them or talk to them, I would.
 
Sad part about this video and story............

It's not just the "slow" kids out there, or the handicapped ones. It's ALL kids.

Kids who dress different.
Kids who look different.
Kids who are poor.
Kids who are shy.
Kids who don't have any social skills of any kind.
etc.....


Fortunately for me...........I've always been magnetized to the "weirdos" and "freaks" in school
When nobody else would sit near them or talk to them, I would.


You have such a big heart because life isn't always easy when you're born differently like me. I was one of those "freaks" for the longest time. :(
 
Well there's some things I still don't know and understand, but that still doesn't make me any different from anybody else and my fiancée has told me exactly the same thing btw. The special ed teachers I had that literally gave up on me and tried to make me give up on myself didn't have the right to be a special ed teacher.

Shittastic "teachers" are horrible.
They should be fired and never be able to have a classroom again.

Luckily, some of the special teachers I've talked to in the past are the ones that wised me up on learning how to speak to everybody differently.
No special ed kid is going to think like any other, they all have their own quirks and they all have a different way of communicating.
It's like learning many different launguages. Some are hard, some are easy, but as long as someone is willing and open to learn and understand....theres usually no problems.

I've had a lot of "hard knock" learning in my life. So, it has helped me be the royal pain in the ass I am today. ;)
 
You have such a big heart because life isn't always easy when you're born differently like me. I was one of those "freaks" for the longest time. :(

So was I. For different reasons.

My mother was a bitch on steriods. She was the most narcissistic, greedy, self-absorbed person I knew growing up.
She hated me. She loved my sister though........the cute little blond.

It was extremely rare momma ever bought me clothes. My granny at one point, had to make me some shirts, because when I hit the 5th grade I was already 6 feet tall and grew out of everything. My sister had a closet full of expensive dresses, girls pants, frilly tops, blouses, and nice shoes. But my sister was a tomboy. All she wanted to wear was jeans and a Tshirt and sneakers. She HATED girls clothes.

Anyway.......going to middle school and my first year of high school, I got ridiculed and teased for having to wear homemade clothes.
Which was not hard for me, as I just considered them fuktards and ignored them.

Up until about the 5th/6th grade, I was a wallflower. Nobody ever talked to me, nobody ever looked at me, I had to be PUT with someone by the teacher if they put us into study groups. Now wallflowering is hard!!! That can also mess with your mind a bit.

But in high school, I decided to break out a bit. I mowed yards for money to get some new clothes, got my hair cut (it was long), and started talking to people. Unfortunately, being raised by a narcissistic monster, I too had those tendencies, which turned some people off.

But all in all, I dealt with it, because it was school. I hated school. And I knew I would be out of there soon. So I just bided my time and let all the fuktards and morons comments just fly by me.
 
What actually got me friends in the end is when I started being my own friend first and respecting myself. :)
 
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