We keep on

Working and volunteering in the special needs / disability community is eye-opening in the most beautiful ways.

It’s also revealing in the most horrific ways.

It shows us who our friends are.

It shows us new meanings of abuse.

It shows us how much ignorance and naiveté still exist for folks who don’t know disability personally.

It shows us that knowing Christ doesn’t make someone immune from that ignorance, nor does being a “good person.”

It shows us that being a minority, no matter what kind, means experiencing oppression.

But it also shows us that we must keep pressing in, because if we don’t, who will? Certainly, it will not be the oppressor, the abuser, the ignorant, or the naive.

So, we press in and press on.

We take our breaks when the weight is too much, and another steps in to take our place. We rotate back in, relieve another.

Like night watchmen, we stay alert to trouble. Our eyes search, our ears strain. We do not mark time. We do not merely pace. Our minds, bodies, and souls are active.

We love gently, protect fiercely, advocate religiously.

We keep on.

New here? Glad you made it! I write about my unique joys and challenges as Mom to Henry, a smart, tender, quick­-witted, train-loving, autistic 9-­year­-old with an infectious smile. I long to encourage autism parents and empower all to see inclusivity doesn’t have to be difficult - it can be beautiful. Like what you see? Sign up here to receive news and occasional freebies just for insiders.

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