Everyone is afraid to fight me. I'm coming to the conclusion that I'm the toughest SOB on Chiefsplanet.

(Um, don't let mohillbilly see this post, okay?)

You have to play the hand you were dealt. It's good that you don't hide from it and you own it. That takes courage and I respect that.

1) This one we are comfortable that we have done our best.
2) This one we are just plain out of luck. It's too much to ask friends to be support for your special needs child when you are gone, and quite frankly my family (all my family) has been little to no support. Most of the time they are no more than interested spectators willing to give advice that has little to no foundational intelligence. The only thing I am sure I will be able to count on is my daughter....she says (even at her present age as a Senior in HS) that any man who loves her and wants to marry her must understand she will never abandon her older brother.

As for your situation.....my heart goes out to you my friend. Your situation is much more tough to deal with.

Thank you....

He is my son....and to me my hero. Those of us who pass for what we all call normal struggle sometimes just to live in this world. He does it with an afflication that few come to try and understand and keep it at arms length. And he does it with a grace and compassion for others that make me believe that in reality I am the 'lucky one'.

And what's to say that he isn't the true "normal" person and in reality I am the Special Needs person.

you are. you and mohillbilly and that guy that works on the ship on the mississippi river. Lets arange a cage fight for the three of you at opening day!

Sorry, but that's just too extreme for me. I think what I said was completely reasonable and I don't see any reason to disagree with it. I think it's worth understanding the letter in context instead of going off half cocked on the basis of one side of the story (not that you are doing this). If you read my post as somehow excusing the nastiness of the letter, you misread it.

I saw this linked on a social networking site earlier. I was hoping it was fake.

Reading this makes me remember a song lyric from long ago.

"**** slitting her throat, cut that bitches head off."

OJ?

Is that from a Nickelback song?

my instance is kind of on the other end of the spectrum. instead of a child, it's my great uncle. 86 years old, with some type of learning disability. never went to school. lived with his mother in the Ozark mountains until she died in 1972. the only sibling he had that would have anything to do w/him was my grandmother(his sister), who took him in, and started taking care of him.

when my grandmother died, I promised her that I would take care of ernie as long as he lived. I moved him and what little he had into an apartment on our property we had made to stay in while we built our house. it's actually the first time in his life where he has freedom to make some of his own decisions. he fixes his own coffee, breakfast and lunch. he'll either eat supper with us, or we take something over for him.

as far as I know, he's never actually had any type of studies done that would explain what type of disability he has. can't read or write(except his name). I have to set his microwave every day at 60:00. I have different color pieces of tape on his tv remote buttons so he can go back and forth between the only to channels he watches. take him to doctors, monitor his medicines, etc. he gets confused very easily.

ernie doesn't have a mean bone in his body. he gets up every day and goes outside to work on something...anything. he does get depressed in the winter when he's stuck inside.

he loves people. lives for when our kids/grandkids come down. will talk to and trust anyone(which is frightening at times).

ernie was the youngest of 7 children. they've all passed away but him. he does have numerous nieces and nephews that we never hear from. I don't expect them to offer to keep him...****, I wouldn't know what to do without him around. but I know it would mean a lot to him just to know they were thinking about him.

craziest thing about ernie is, he can play guitar, banjo, mandolin, harmonica beautiful...I can sit and listen to him forever. no lessons...just sits there and works at it until it makes music. I took him to a weekly sr citizens music get-together where they take turns playing a song and everyone jumps in, but had to stop because he wasn't playing the way they did.

holy shit, I wrote a lot...sorry.
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Who are you? I'm your MFing consience.

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What two channels does he watch?

And interesting story, by the way. With older folks like that, one wonders how diagnosis and treatment differed in their youth from today's world.

In my grandmother's family, two of the eight (or nine) kids had mental issues. I never met them, but looking at old photos one clearly had Down's Syndrome, but the other sounds like your uncle. He looked pretty normal but just had a very low level of functioning. The two of them lived together in the family's log cabin until they died sometime in the 60s or 70s, and I think other siblings would just keep an eye on them from a distance since they all lived in the vicinity.

I've seen this movie. Don't worry friend, it has a happy ending.

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Also....I had no idea that Warren turned into Dan Dority
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ernie worked cutting timber and working in a sawmill for awhile...says he was lucky to work there cause he was able to pay doctor bills when his dad got sick and died. I know he worked some in the lead mines down there too. they did the log cabin deal also...no water in the house, wood cookstove, newspaper for wallpaper, etc. If your grandmother was from around where you grew up, it wasn't too far from Ernie's home place.
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