I just got done reading an article about the mystery of autism and why it occurs, and it explains what a horrible thing it is that a child has to endure having difficult social connections with others.
And I stopped myself for a second. Is it really a curse that a child isn't aware of the depressing dark world that surrounds him? Or a blessing in disguise?
What about mental retardation? Is it really a tragedy? I mean, yeah, it puts quite a damper on the family that has to take care of him/her, but the child can experience the simple pleasures of life, and not realize they're just masking all the bleak, corrupted filth that envelopes the world. Playing with a toy, or balloon, or looking at a tree or a mountain, or gazing up at the sky...and being amazed.
Not knowing what it's like to interact with someone and know that you're being used, torn, beaten inside. Shit, I wish I didn't know.
It reminds me of back in elementary school, when I saw some kid tell another kid off for making fun of the retarded kid at our school.
"Don't make fun of him, he's retarded. That's so screwed up, dude, he can't help it."
Yeah, except the retarded kid doesn't know. Even if he did know, it would leave his mind in an instant and he'd go back to smiling from ear to ear because everything in the world is absolutely pure and beautiful within his conscience.
I'm not saying I'm jealous of the kids who have these issues, I'm just saying it's an interesting idea to really think about it. The people with these problems aren't suffering whatsoever. They look at the world and are enamored with it.
Doesn't just a part of your "normal" self want to feel what that's like? To ACTUALLY forgive and forget? To ACTUALLY be happy? To ACTUALLY accept things as they are?
I'm not ashamed to say I wish I could. Now it's your turn. Do you?
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to be very very honest, I ponder the same exact thing...quite often.
I used to babysit two boys with autism and you have no idea how often I found myself feeling just a tiny bit jealous that they were so happy over the simplest things like eating chicken nuggets for snack instead of an apple or getting a new puzzle. I hated that I couldn't be like that.
not all mental disabilities are like autism.
they aren't always unaware or too busy being enamored.
sometimes they are very lonely, sad, and destructive people.
they wouldn't have special places for them if that weren't the case.
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