Erika, I won't lie i did go through a lot of taunting at school but i quickly learnt to handle it, When people made comments about my dad or ridiculed him and i went home crying dad would console me. Then one day i went home sobbing because of my own cousin taking the piss out of him and he said the best bit of advice ever given to me. When people make comments just follow it up with another
eg:
Your dad walks with a stick he is a spaz (was common when i was a child but i hated the word even then), I would reply
Yes and he has a wooden leg, glass eye, plastic arm and cardboard heart
I learnt that if my dad could laugh then so could I, I stopped getting upset by the comments (well i didn't let others see) and instead of laughing with them as they thought i was, i was laughing at them.
I was bathing dad by the time i was 9, helping him to the toilet and if he couldn't get there, i would get him his urine bottle and then empty it when he had finished. I would get his medication for him. They were all character building things i had to do. I had to learn that although my dad couldn't teach me to play football, he could teach me to rewire a plug, he couldn't run around with me but he could teach me to build things, and he taught me to cook....as i wrote on his flowers when he died "Dad you taught me many things in life that i would have to do but dad you never taught me how to cope with losing you" and that is true.
one of my greatest memories of my dad is when i did a marathon for charity at the age of 9 i ran 8 miles, by then dad had had numerous operations on his knee and was barely able to walk some days. But this one day he ran the last mile with me as i was tiring and he wanted me to have the self satisfaction of finishing regardless of where i had come. And i did finish it with my dad by my side...even now 23yrs on i remember with a smile and a tear as I knew even then how much that took for him to do. He suffered badly for the next week with pain but never once said it was my fault, in fact he said i had made him proud and thats why he wanted to finish with me.
I never saw him run again so it is a special memory. One thing i always remember is that when we were children he always had a smile, joke or song for us, he never wanted us to know he was in pain even though we did know he did not want to show us he was. He wanted us to have the happiest childhood possible and did everything he could for us, when he became housebound I would come home from school for lunch, and he would make sure i had a decent meal, and then send me back to school with a loving hug from my dad.
Sorry got a bit soppy there, but my dad died almost 6 yrs ago and I miss him so very much.
Just remember one thing your son will learn the rights and wrongs from you and he will admire you as i do my dad.