I’m watching a Netflix show, Atypical, about a family with a son on the Autism spectrum, and it inspired me to write this down.
The compassion and kindness and softness within children who have siblings with disabilities is a beautiful thing.
I didn’t grow up close to anyone with a disability, so I have absolutely no idea what it’s like, but I have been able to work closely with a few kids who have siblings with a disability, and I am just astounded by what growing up in their family must be like. Q and J are the ones in my mind.
Again, I am really ignorant on the topic, I imagine it’s got to be fucking hard. And it might not seem beautiful to those involved. But those kids, the ones who take care of their sibling with a disability, those kids are beautiful.
I hope I’m not being insensitive. I’m not trying to romanticize the every day lives of these families. I am just truly touched by the kids I’ve worked with.
I’m sorry. I don’t know shit about this, but the thought of those siblings makes a lump form in my throat and I feel like crying. Out of gratitude and deep respect for people who take care of other people.
I hope we all, and myself in particular, can be more compassionate, more kind, and more soft, and take better care of each other.