It’s just dawned on me, I’m getting old. In fact there are two generations below me that are already out of nappies … and I’m more than old enough to be both married and a mother. As I type, I am having visions of an old oak tree, creaking as it falls over and dies.
I’ve just read another person’s blog post; she is about ten years younger than me and also has cerebral palsy. Her post was about her school experiences. Not only did it make me realise that I’m on my way over the hill, it made me think about how the experience of living with cerebral palsy differs according to your generation.
Freya
Dearest Lilly
We all know that I read a lot of blogs. I read them to see what other bloggers are writing. I also read them to see the types of comments people make about them. Today, while I was blog trawling, I came across the following comment relating to educating kids with disabilities in America.
‘Why do we even bother paying for education for these kids?’ wrote a commenter named Lilly. ‘Their parents chose to have kids and now their disability and special needs amount to a rise in taxes. Their parents just get a lawyer and fight and fight until the school district ends up paying for special programs. Why? Why not divert the funds for gifted and talented students instead of kids who will need societal support their whole life.’
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