I believe that Lynn asked these folks to keep their bickering confined to their own personal thread…
How inbred would one have to be to not pay attention to such a simple request?
I believe that Lynn asked these folks to keep their bickering confined to their own personal thread…
How inbred would one have to be to not pay attention to such a simple request?
But how can you kill back if you’re already dead?
If insulting Sue wasnt bad enough…
THEY MADE OUR ODIE MAD!!!
How rude.
(hey, watch me NOT jump up to defend Sue and Di - they dont need me, anyone who takes them on has my sympathies)
I have a friend that is raising two little boys. The oldest one has a bit of trouble sitting still, and is bored easily. The school nurse urged her to take him to the doctor to see if a diagnosis of attention deficit disorder would be appropriate. The doctor said that it was a possibility, and prescribed ritalin for the boy. After just a little while, she realized that medication (or at least this medication) was not approprite for her son. It was draining him of all his energy, and he would sit vacantly instead of playing outside. She went back to the doctor with his concerns, and he agreed to take her son off of the medication and put him on a placebo while having the school nurse and his (second grade) teacher fill out a survey about how the placebo was helping him. This was necessary because he needed to take a pill at lunchtime too, so the nurse needed to keep his medication. The first two weeks everything was fine, and he had glowing reports from both the teacher and the nurse about how he was much better, and his behavior had improved immensely. Then after the third week, the nurse got suspicious about the medication when she called to get a re-fill and was told that she could get it only after they had both filled out the survey for the week. We think that she probably compared pills also. Suddenly the reports were about how badly he was behaving, and how uncontrolable he was. The doctor was suspicious about the sudden about-face, and agreed to remove him from medication. He wrote the school nurse a letter about how he was changing to a stronger dosage that was taken twice daily (so that she wouldn’t be seeing the pills any longer) and has since been keeping an extra close eye on kids that are being refered from that school, to make sure that they actually need the medication. The boy is doing much better now. His grades have improved since his teacher thinks that he is on medication, though he hasn’t changed a bit, and his quality of work is the same.
I’m just proud that my friend stood up for her boy, and that the doctor (eventually…) listened to her. It’s too bad that the doctor lied, but it worked out the best for the child.
just an example that shows how predjudiced and wrong people can be
K.
primaflora
Fuck you. My son weighed only 4lbs.3 oz at birth, thus the nickname. He is the joy of my life even though it’s very hard on me to work and care for him. His father left us long ago, couldn’t take his handicap. He can’t eat normally because he would choke to death. He is fed through a tube in his stomach and calling him Little Potato is not desrespecting him in anyway, so go fuck yourself and mind your own business and call your child whatever you want to call him. This board is so full of morons it’s really pathetic but at least your in the right place. Dopes. I’m outta here, there are a lot of nicer places to go.
Not that Diane needs my defense, but I did a Medicine rotation at the VA back in August. In our spare time (which there is quite a bit of on call nights), we could and did use the Internet in our office for personal use.
Dr. J
I sincerely apologize. My intentions were not to ‘pick’ on your CanadianSue but to point out a falacy in her opinion. Diane was calling Little Pototo’s child a vegetable (saying she is calling him one because of his nickname) when the whole subject of this topic is take your damm opinions about my disabled child and shove them up your ass!
I don’t have a disabled child, although I have friends who do. Unlike the OPs friends, I would never presume to tell them how to raise their child, as I would not allow them to tell me how to raise mine. If I had a particular problem, such as thumb sucking, I would solicit ADVICE on how to cure the problem. However, asking for advice is very dissimilar from acting on advice given. And unsolicited advice is never received with open arms (or ears/eyes as the case may be).
So to those of you who would pick on a disabled child because his mother affectionately calls him her little tater… There is a little button on your computer called OFF… I am therefore, suggesting you USE it before you continue to attack innocent children with your trash.
Good grief, how low will you people sink before you drown yourselves?
:rolleyes:
You just don’t get it, do you? Nobody was picking on the child, you halfwit. Diane was commenting on the fact that the post in question * implied * that the nickname was created because the child was disabled. It’s not that fucking hard to understand. Try firing that last little gasping neuron, and quit fouling the place up.
diane
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M…The sarcassium that followed the question shows she is making fun of a child. You dimwit. The problem with you people you take only the parts in a quote that suit you.
(emphasis mine) Oh, the irony.
My little brother has severe learning disabilities, epilepsy, motor coordination & speech problems, and judgement/time problems that probably result from fetal alcohol syndrome. He has to take 9 pills (Depakote, Ritalin, and god knows what else) a day to avoid seizures and to sit still in his chair.
My parents adopted him when he was four. He came from a bad foster home (this is not a dig at foster parents - there are wonderful ones, including the one where I spent the first 7 months of my life). When he came to us, he could barely speak English, he bit and kicked with no provocation, he wet the bed. He broke his arm when he was 10, and when my parents took him to the Doctor for x-rays we found that he had experienced multiple childhood fractures - both legs, both arms, ribs, etc. Probably partly because he’s really, really clumsy, but it’s more than probable that he was used as a human football by his parents/foster parents & siblings. My parents were briefly under suspicion of abusing him, until the state sent his case file over to the hospital.
Oh, did I mention that when he came to us he had ZERO toys? Not one.
My parents did EVERYTHING they could to help him - probably erring too much on the side of trying to “fix him” when he maybe needed a little more “I love you just the fucked-up way you are.”
He’s 25 now, and still has a busload of problems. He managed to graduate from high school but dropped out of culinary arts college. He’s been fired from more jobs than I can count. He’s been in and out of homeless shelters for the past 4 years - My parents, all his friends, our Parish priest AND a local fundie who tried to convert him have had to kick him out because of his violent temper, pathalogical lying, and total inability to take care of himself - as soon as he finds a place to live he manages to “lose” his job, sits around, watches TV, eats people out of house and home, and yells at them. Apparently he recently got married :eek:, I’ll be meeting the lucky lady at Christmas this year.
You would not BELIEVE the advice my parents have gotten from “well-meaning” teachers, other parents, therapists, strangers, Jason’s bosses & friends over the years. My parents have tried EVERYTHING. NOTHING works. I think it’s harder because there are so many problems - fetal alcohol syndrome manifests itself in very odd ways - inability to handle money, inability to see consequences of actions - combine that with everything else and you’ve got a huge problem that’s not solvable.
And you would not believe the reprobation they get for their decision to let him “sink or swim” - They tried to have him live at home multiple times but he used to threaten their lives every time they got angry at him. The priest and the local fundie got on my mom’s case until she said “Hey, you know what’s best for him? Let him live with you!” He lasted a week in each place. I know my mom has spent a lot of time sitting at the bottom of the cellar stairs crying her eyes out over him. I think she gets an extra hug or 100 from me this Christmas.
Hugs to MaryAnnQ, Primaflora, Sue, Dropzone, Feynn…Hope I didn’t leave anyone out.
Now for the hijack:
Lynn Bodoni, Alphagene, John Corrado:
I am prepared to offer chocolate, sexual favors, cash - pretty much anything short of voting Republican - to anyone who can GET RID OF ROSIEWOLF & Company. Please, please, I’m begging - what will it take to make them disappear?
Stop fighting with them?