Politically Correct

This has got to be one of the hardest posts I’ve ever written. I erased and tried to rewrite it – several times!

Last night, I was sitting at Shari’s and waiting for my friend to come buy me a piece of pie so I can cry on her shoulder, tell her all about my screw ups and hopefully come up with an attack plan. As I sat there, occasionally near spilling my coffee on myself and jumping clear out of my seat, my heart would jump in my throat and I’m quite sure it skipped quite a few beats.

The reason? There was a mentally challenged patron in the restaurant. Might have been Down’s Syndrome. I’m not quite sure. Very randomly and quite occasionally, he would spout out with words or simply sounds – oft times at the top of his voice. It was startling because it was so random. It’s just like a baby who cries or screams out in the middle of the night for no reason.

My mind wandered from here to there, jumping from one thought to another. Part of me wanted the mother/sister of this particular patron to take him home so he would quit scaring the daylights out of me. Another piece of me wanted the manager of Shari’s to ask him to stop. I wanted someone to do something to give me back my peace of mind while sitting and waiting for my friend.

To be politically correct, I needed to pretend he wasn’t there. My role in society is to act as if he is doing nothing wrong. That was perfectly fine and dandy with me – until he’d yelp and I’d jump out of my seat or spill more coffee at the suddenness of it in the middle of such a quiet restaurant. At that moment, I’d wish there was something that could be done.

Everyone deserves a chance to go out for a delicious piece of pie. Who am I to say what they can or can’t do? What right do I have to judge (there’s that judgmental thing again) another human being based on what they can’t control.

And so, I fought against my base urges the entire time I waited for my friend and I succeeded until he would, yet again, startle me into jumping clean out of my seat.

We spend most of our time trying to make sure others see us as politically correct. Our thoughts are our own and yes, at times, we all have thoughts like mine. However, one thing we have to be careful of is not our thoughts but our actions. Do we look at the mentally challenged individual who scared the pee out of us in disgust or do we simply ignore him? He’s a patron, just like any one else.

Staring him down, much like we would a mother who can’t control her child, hoping he’d take a hint and leave doesn’t do anything except hurt ourselves. Instead of striving to live for God, we’re concerned about our own comfort and want to demand someone not interfere with it.

I have struggled with this post since last night. I’ll close and just say that it was another thought towards my learning how to not judge others. With my struggles against judgmental behavior, this incident was another step towards understanding and overcoming. Other than that, I’m having a very difficult time typing out my thoughts.

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  1. At the swimming pool I go to there is a special needs school that brings young adults for some one to one swimming time. This particular young lady is very moody and will give you a hug one moment and loudly tell you to F off the next. It is comical really.
    As part of my training I worked with special needs kids so am fairly comfortable around them.
    I do get your point of wanting a peaceful time in the cafe I find myself thinking the same when dan and i have a date night. I don’t want to sit next to noisy kids. this is some time off.
    We all have these thoughts.
    How is the party planning ?

  2. Thank you for understanding what I couldn’t put into words, Fay. I tried really hard to keep to myself and not stare or otherwise make my discomfort known.

    Party planning – all invitations are out and about. I love your idea about the bubble wrap; didn’t understand the one about to go bags. I’m waiting until payday to try and start searching for appropriate decorations.

    Right now, I’m trying to think of snacks and foods I can make (because that’s who I’m trying to be) and not purchase. Madeline’s are always a treat and I’m thinking of trying to make them with appropriate food coloring. It’s for children, so I need not get fancy.

    I keep reminding myself – this is an exercise in “can I do this,” and not, “let’s impress the moms.” If I can keep that thought forefront, I think I’ll do ok……

    Thank you,

    Naia.

  3. I just meant have them decorate plain paper bags to take home. you know the going home bag at end of party. you might get them so cheap over there you can get themed ones. bubble mix, a small candy bar (multi pack type) a balloon pre air, a slice of cake and the craft they made would work. one trick with the cake is to have one you show for the candles for the family to enjoy later and a cheaper but simular one precut and wrapped in napkins to save you time at the party.
    The main thing to remember with parties is to have lots of games lined up and some spares in mind too. hyper kids can get through them faster than expected.
    I might write a party ideas blog post sometime. have done so many.
    Yes that’s exactly what to think. its about the kids, your little man esp. his big day 🙂

  4. Just to help with clarification on what the individual might have had, it sounds like turrets. Tourette syndrome (TS) is an inherited disorder of the nervous system, characterized by a variable expression of unwanted movements and noises. I remember watching a documentary on persons suffering from turrets and how difficult it is for them to socialize or be in public.

    It’s commendable the way you had restrain and didn’t ask the patron to leave and I’m sure he and his companion appreciated it as well. You having difficulty to write your thoughts probably means that you’re learning a very difficult lesson on your journey and that you’re embracing some of the changes you have to make to be less judgmental.

    Keep pressing forward with Christ and you’ll soon step over this stone!!

    God Bless you

    • Thank you very much. I hadn’t thought about turrets. It would certainly qualify, in my opinion.

      Yes, it is hard to recognize and correct judgmental behaviors! Here, at iamnaia.net, I hold myself accountable. As much as I can handle, that is.

      Thank you for stopping by and I hope to see more of you,

      Naia.

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