This is one of those stories that makes you laugh even though it is kind of sad.
Here is the conversation I had with the boy who took the groceries to my car today. He is mentally retarded.
John: “I take your groceries out, k?”
Me: “Sure, you can help me.”
John: “What’s your name.”
Me: “Diane. What is your name.”
Looking at his badge and pointing. “John, see right there? John. John. Do you have any kids? My name is John.”
Me: “I sure do. I have a daughter who is 16, a boy who is 9 and a boy who is 18.”
John: “I’m 18 too, that’s why I am big.”
Me: “Is that your school ring?”
John: “Yep. I go to ***** High School.”
Me: “That is the school my daughter goes to. Do you know ****”?"
John: “Yeah, but I don’t know anybodies name cuz I forget. Know what I did last night?”
Me: “Nope. What did you do last night?”
John: “I pooped in the potty seat all by myself.”
Me: “Wow! That’s cool!!!”
John: “Yeah, cuz I don’t know how. Do you know I wear diapers, not the baby kind but the big boy kind because I can’t potty myself.”
Me: “Oh yeah, I know about those kind of diapers, they definitely aren’t for little babies. They are just for big people who need help.”
John (grinning): “Yeah, cuz I am a big boy. When I am working I don’t have anyone to help me and I can’t change them by myself. I have to wait til I get home and have my mom help me.”
Me: “That’s not good if you have to wait a long time.”
John: “I know, it’s yuck.”
Me: “Thanks for helping me with my groceries John.”
John: “Do you think that maybe you could help me if I poop my pants and you are shopping cuz sometimes I go before I get home for my mom to help me.”
Me: “Ummmm. . . I don’t know if I can, but I might be able to figure something out.”
John: “Thanks nice lady.”
I got into my car and laughed my ass off! It sounds weird, but that was one of the nicest things anyone has said to me all week!
Now I have to figure out what I am going to do if he corners me in the grocery store and asks me to change his diaper. I mean, the mess would be bad enough, but it would be VERY inappropriate for me to be in the mens room with an 18 year old mentally disabled boy with his pants pulled to his ankles. Right?