Look at what I happened upon today!
Yeah, maybe. Or maybe it’s more like THIS:
That kid who’s grabbing more than one piece of candy might not have any manners.
That kid who takes forever to pick out one piece of candy might not have any manners.
That kid who does not say trick or treat or thank you might not have any manners.
That kid who looks disappointed when they see your bowl of candy might not have any manners.
That kid who isn’t wearing a costume is poor.
Be nice anyway, ‘cause they’re KIDS. And because $25 worth of candy is a small price to pay for tickets to this show! Especially for those of you who haven’t had a horrifying reality-checking trip to an elementary school lately, where about a quarter of the population has an “aide” and/or is lining up at the nurse’s office for their mid-day zombiefier.
As part of the (greatest) generation that may have encountered a dozen “special” kids during their entire school history – not to mention a parent and mental health professional, I must insist that you all be terrified about the pervasiveness of these (behavioral) AD(H)D and autism spectrum disorder diagnoses for two reasons:
- A lot of these kids ain’t got nothing wrong with them that an ass-whipping proper parenting couldn’t fix; and
- Even so, there’s still an awful lot of kids with mental/conduct disorders.
Parents, if you are so wrapped up in your own drama(s) that you can’t be bothered with your kid, other than to sling some microwaved food-type product on the table (or on the floor in front of the TV) for it every now and then, buy it a bunch of crap to substitute for what it actually needs, and demand that the somebody write it a script to shut it up and/or make it leave you alone, you’re the problem. And please spare me any response that insists that I am insensitive or incorrect based upon what you do or don’t do as a parent of a “special needs” kid. If you are a sorry excuse for a parent, and you know who you are, this paragraph is for you. If this does not apply to you, but you still think I am wrong, by all means, come and shadow me for a day. I am happy to show you the trenches from which my wisdom springs.
If you are a concerned, active parent of a special needs child, you are likely already afraid because you feel powerless — and because having done the research, and possessing ordinary common sense, you understand that “medicinal (behavioral) management” is dangerous. It is just a matter of time until you see the commercial for the class action suit for the plethora of debilitating and/or lethal side affects associated with these so-called “cures.” We cannot begin to know how these side-effects will play out in generations to come; widespread use of pediatric psychotropics began in my lifetime. Speaking from first-hand personal and observational experience, they fed them to foster kids like they were vitamins — or tried to. At 14 years old, I had prescriptions for Prozac and Xanax because “they” insisted that I was anxious/depressed. Want to know why I was anxious/depressed? Because I was in foster care. I vividly recall “getting in trouble” for refusing to be subjected to their “brainwashing/mind-control pills.” Man, I was a smart kid. Anyway, I said that so I could say this: circumstantial emotional/conduct disturbances are not the same as clinical mental illnesses. And although there is plenty of “evidence” to suggest that ones emotions/behavior might be regulated by a pill, that evidence is in no way conclusive, and there are numerous alternatives; i.e., orthomolecular medicine/nutrition. Let nothing deter you from exploring your options. In this case, fear can be a powerful motivator. Against a “momma tiger,” none can defend.
Nobody makes a pill that can correct one’s environment (or act in loco parentis, as it were). But they make plenty of them to shut you up and to keep you from responding in ways that are perfectly natural under duress — and, for children especially, in ways that are essential to the development of resilience. Kids who can’t bounce are always going to need “aides.” And that is the scariest thing I can think of, aside from how pharmaceutical companies control the DSM, by which all are diagnosed, for whom all are prescribed “medications.” And Paula Deen Zombies (TM). And Mitt Romney becoming President.
So, again, this Halloween and every Halloween, I strongly recommend that you be kind – because whatever these kids do for whatever reason, they are not to blame. While you are correct to blame the parents in the majority of the cases wherein children display an absence of manners, the others are truly special cases that deserve your patience and understanding. I do not believe it is that difficult to distinguish between the two – but then, I am an experienced observer. It could be argued that the last thing any of these kids need is a grocery bag full of sugar, but that’s just wrong. They said the same thing about us when we were little, and we all knew better than to have a conduct disorder. Give those kids some candy! That’s what you bought it for — and none of those orange and black-wrapped peanut butter taffy things, either! But be aware of whom you’re treating. And be aware that you are going to have to depend upon these little zombies to treat you someday, once you’re too old to be in control of
every anything. And then, sometime after the holidays (‘cause who has time to start these epic discussions/battles during the holidays?) get out there and figure out how to be a part of the solution.
Be certain that you can count on me to do no less than I ask of you in this regard.
As ever — holiday observed.