As you know I spend a lot of time in shopping centres, so I see things, a lot of things, people watching has always been a past time. I have become a very good reader of body language. Watching people, not purposely however, being in shopping centres throughout the day you come across all types of families, families of people Dealing with Disabilities is what this story is about.
The other day, having a coffee in a mall, completing paperwork, a family of three, a mother, daughter and the daughters son, they placed an order for coffee and cake. I could see that the son was very on edge, I kept my eyes down cast, thinking he would probably settle down, he was I think in his early 20’s. He was very aggressive, I thought that maybe he had a bit of a mental disability.
He paced up and down, talking loudly to himself, Mum and Nan were a bit on edge. Pleading with him to settle down, well that was a mistake, because then he started swearing like a trooper. Such a potty mouth, mum and nan were clearly upset and embarrassed, I kept thinking oh please calm down as you are going to frighten the small children, nan and mum were a bit beside themselves, which got him even more riled up.
I had visions of security escorting him away. Mum was very upset and stressed, I was feeling for her thinking please don’t be to embarrassed, it’ll pass, and this incident will be just a forgotten memory, you know the sort, I saw something but can’t quite remember what.
So as he continued to abuse his mother a bit more, all the while pacing up and down, my eyes are still downcast while I write my reports, I daren’t look up in case he takes offence and has a go at me, I would probably cry, I so wanted to cry for his Mum.
Mum got up suddenly as she couldn’t take anymore and stormed of, he promptly looks at his Nan and says, ‘so I guess we are going home for coffee then.’
Off they trotted, he slinked away happy as, he was I think happy that they were now leaving, probably what he wanted all along without even realising it, peace and serenity settled on the centre and everything returned to normal, shoppers pushing wonky trolley’s, mothers holding little ones hands, seniors gently walking along, chatting away, just like nothing had happened, except for that poor mum, this for her is probably a regular occurrence, I don’t think it gets any easier, dealing with a child who has a disability, especially as they get older and a lot harder to handle.
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