We spent last Saturday in Dayton visiting with David's extended family and having an early Christmas celebration. The hustle and bustle of the season has already started to wear Sumner thin, and we're not sure if it's a need for another intensive "burst" of therapy, or if he's on sensory meltdown right now. Honestly, Jack's not much better.
We got to D's great aunt's house and immediately Summy started into meltdown mode: people he wasn't all too familiar with, cousins who had noisy toys, a new locale, and a dog right on his eye level. He pretty much freaked.
One of David's VERY distant family members looked straight at me and said "what's wrong with him?"
Now granted, no one likes this lady, who I'm not even sure how many "removed" titles it would take to relate her back to my husband. But I immediately replied "he has issues, he has special needs."
This particular person spent the rest of the night yelling at Jack and Summy and alternately shaking her head at what I am sure she could only deem to be "babied" children who had meltdown after meltdown. Maybe I've lived in a bubble all this time, but we've never encountered someone so blatantly against our children. At least that's what it felt like. Sadly, this woman works during the day at a daycare taking care of what she refers to as "her bitches." *shudder*
Part of me was mad that I didn't have a witty comeback to roll off my tongue in her direction. Something like "what's wrong with you?" would have been great.
All in all, it made me so sad. The boys stood out like a sore thumb, particularly Summy. I felt defeated. Merry f'n Christmas.