You know, this one:
"I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a
disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to
understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this:
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip
- to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make wonderful plans. The
Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy
phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your
bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes
in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm
supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and
there you must stay.
The important thing is they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting,
filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new
language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you never would have
met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than
Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you
look around and you begin to notice Holland has windmills and Holland has
tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy and they're all
bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your
life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had
planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away â?¦ because the loss
of that dream is a very, very significant loss.
But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to go to
Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things
about Holland.
©1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley."
Cuz I HATE it.
I find it patronising and twee and condescending, like we all wanted 'perfect' children and should just be bloody grateful for the Rembrandts.
Everytime someone sends me this I know they're trying to be helpful, but sometimes I just want to write back 'Piss off'.