You can't revise words that come flying out of your mouth.īut, damn it, I was ANGRY, so angry at this man for not understanding, for being selfish and callous, for presuming that his wants and needs were more important than those of a young boy outside the mean.
I'm a far better writer than spontaneous speaker. Just the thought of starting something fills me with dread. I am aghast and terrified every single day by American's stupendous (and seemingly irrevocable) slide into hell. I've written letters and gone to rallies. "Why is this retard here, ruining it for everyone?" "I came here to relax," he said to his wife (and everyone else). Most people went on with their conversations some left the pool without making a fuss (there are five large hot springs, so it's easy enough to simply move elsewhere). But he was clearly having fun! His brother sat by him and splashed him from the side sometimes he held him in a tight grip while the boy kicked his feet in the water. He screeched and screamed and moaned and barked. He was 7 or 8, hanging with a young man no older than 20 who I assume was his older brother or maybe an uncle (they looked alike). But there was one child I couldn't tune out. I am very good at tuning out the world when I read.
I had my Kindle with me in its awesome waterproof cover and was rereading parts of Shelter the Sea. It was busy, on account of it being spring break, and there were kids everywhere laughing, running, splashing. He only hopes there isn't a variable in his formula he’s failed to foresee.
When their campaign attracts the attention of the opposition’s powerful corporate lobbyist, Emmet relies on his skill with calculations and predictions and trusts he can save the day-for himself, his friends, and everyone with disabilities. In addition to navigating his boyfriend’s increased depression and anxiety, Emmet has to make his autistic tics acceptable to politicians and donors, and he wonders if they’re raising awareness or putting their disabilities on display. With the help of Jeremey and their friends, he starts a local grassroots organization and fights every step of the way. When the State of Iowa restructures its mental health system and puts the independent living facility where they live in jeopardy, Emmet refuses to be forced into substandard, privatized corporate care. Some prefer sensory sacks.Įmmet Washington has never let the world define him, even though he, his boyfriend, Jeremey, and his friends aren’t considered “real” adults because of their disabilities.
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