Anonymous wrote:When DS was 6 months old he had pretty bad eczema on his face. While shopping at CVS one day a woman took one look at him and said "That is one nasty looking baby!"
When he was around 16 months or so, I took him to the local library to pick up some books and just to play around, he couldn't walk at the time, or crawl that well, just laid there really. There was another kid there, probably around 2.5, who was trying to play with my son, and when he wouldn't get up to follow the other boy his mom said, "Oh he can't walk, his mom probably isn't teaching him" I coldly explained that it had nothing to do with me teaching him and that he wasn't physically capable of walking. She stammered some stuff and eventually left.
The most recent thing, which is ongoing sadly, is when we're at the park, my son, who is nearing 3 now, badly wants to play with the kids he sees there, and usually he does but there's always one or two moms who see that he can't talk, flaps his hands around and sometimes yells out in excitement and they will pull their kids away and say something like, "oh don't play with him, he doesn't play right, he's making weird noises" Breaks my heart every time.
Anonymous wrote:I had a white man offer me a considerable sum to reproduce with him. I was taking my then three-month-old son for a stroll when the man approached me. He was a well dressed businessman on his lunch break. He was perfectly nice at first, cooing over my son, which I found unusually sweet for a man. We made small talk about our professions and what maternity leave was like for me and his nieces and nephews etc.
After a couple of minutes of conversation, he asked if my son is mixed race, which he is (I am African, DH is Jewish), and then asked how old my son is. He remarked my son was a very "attractive" and "well formed" baby, and that I had maintained my figure very well. And then he made the offer, saying he believes in hybrid vigor and that, my genes mixed with his would produce a truly superior baby.
Mind you, this was an attractive and apparently cultured man who could presumably find a woman, and I was wearing my wedding ring. In what world would a married professional woman want to act as surrogate?
I got up and walked away, taking the long way home and looking over my shoulder several times.
Anonymous wrote:I was helping with an adaptive ski lesson. The resort where we were has the adaptive ski instructors wear different jackets.
The child we were working had hemiplegia, so one leg was significantly weaker. He was using a strap to connect his skis to prevent the weak leg from rotating out, and lead instructor was giving more hands on support than is typical.
Another instructor was working on the same part of the hill with similarly aged kids. As he skied past he pointed to our student and told them "see that thing on his skis. That's for babies. We don't use those in my class."
Anonymous wrote:At my daughter's well checkup the dr asked "has her face always been asymmetrical?"