Twenty-ish years ago, my son (then in grade school) objected to my using the word “retard”. I remember explaining to him that it was a fine word to use! I actually thought it was his problem and he didn’t get it. He kept up trying to change my behavior, though.
Eventually he introduced me to a kid in his class who was mentally challenged. The boy was struggling to make it in life and my son was working hard at helping him. I’m glad my son didn’t give up on me.
