tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563550.post6361713770668408903..comments2024-02-02T03:32:36.204-07:00Comments on SQUIDALICIOUS: The Problems With "To The Woman And Child Who Sat At Table Nine"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563550.post-33825924951140701892014-06-19T07:25:47.356-07:002014-06-19T07:25:47.356-07:00My question is what if someone who was an adult wi...My question is what if someone who was an adult with a non-visible form of Autism made this request? I have been attacked by parents emotionally for being unable to tolerate the sounds kids sometimes make. While I understand it's important for parents with visibly Autistic children to feel safe in public, people don't mention the adults who struggle in a world that calls them child haters for their inability to tolerate the sounds children make. Perhaps if parents took some time before reacting to consider their behavior might be contributing to a view that parents have a right to lash out at anyone who can't tolerate children, even their child as they get older. I think parents of Autistic children should speak out against the parent culture that says it's understandable to yell or intimidate those who can't tolerate small children. Sooner than they realize their child will be an adult, and unless things change he'll be the one getting lashed out at by parents who assume anyone who can't tolerate children must hate them.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15797355163291930470noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563550.post-53961658750263627722014-02-04T15:46:54.349-08:002014-02-04T15:46:54.349-08:00I think this, what you say about Ireland, shows up...I think this, what you say about Ireland, shows up as well on Aer Lingus. We take Aer Lingus with our twin toddlers whenever we go overseas and have done since they were wee because Aer Lingus are far and away the loveliest airline and so are the passengers. The boys are not Autistic that I know of, but they are young, and I am Autistic.Elizabeth J. (Ibby) Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08330631899371657005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563550.post-28303943669567474012014-02-04T11:24:49.552-08:002014-02-04T11:24:49.552-08:00Come to Ireland!! I'm beginning to realise how...Come to Ireland!! I'm beginning to realise how lucky we are. I've never had to deal with anyone complaining like this. Okay, I selectively support restaurants, shops and a movie theatre that give us space, quick sometimes preferential service and no judgey wudgy stares. In return, Liam observes a few social rules about volume & scripting or whooping in close proximity to other patrons. He holds it in until we are out in the Mall or on a walk or in the back seat of the car. (I don't allow flapping next to the driver) I genuinely can't remember the last time I apologised or explained. Maybe because Ireland is a succession of Villages where everyone has a brother, sister, cousin or someone they work with who has special needs. ? Lisamareehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18445509438246694219noreply@blogger.com