By Jordana Horn for Raising Kvell
“[The
father] has dreamed about [the son] every night since the event, dreams
of pervasive sadness rather than fear; he had told me that he could not
be afraid of his fate as [the son’s] father, even of being murdered by
his son. Recently, though, he had the worst nightmare of his life. He
was walking past a door; a figure in the door began shaking it
violently. [The father] could sense hatred, anger, ‘the worst possible
evilness,’ and he could see upraised hands. He realized it was [his
son]. ‘What surprised me is that I was scared as s--t,’ he recounted. ‘I
couldn’t understand what was happening to me. And then I realized that I
was experiencing it from the perspective of his victims.’”
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I
was recently hanging out with a mama friend who’s been staying home
with her toddler. She’s starting to look for day care, to her own
surprise. As she put it: “Before I had kids, I thought, why even have
kids if you’re going to give them to someone else to raise them? And now
I’m like, oh yeah–he needs to do his thing and I need to do my thing
and then we’re both happy to see each other in the afternoon.”
As
part of our month-long series dedicated to Jewish Disability Awareness
Month, Sally shares how a Jewish Day Camp diligently worked to make sure
her daughter with special needs could attend and thrive.
Just
as the Colorado town in South Park has its resident schlemiels, the
Springfield of The Simpsons has its very own Jewish clown. Krusty, of
course.