Words & Their Consequences

I was taught at a very young age that words have consequences. This is a concept that we have really been working with the girls on as well.  Like most siblings, Skylar & Hailey can really get on each other’s nerves.  Don’t get me wrong, they love each other and when they do get along it is so very sweet.  Hailey especially has a hard time being patient with Skylar, gets easily frustrated with her, & says words that are unkind.  We’ve tried to explain to her that if she speaks rudely to Skylar then she better not be surprised when Skylar doesn’t want to play with her.

Skylar, like most individuals on the autism spectrum, is very matter of fact.  She has no filter and says exactly what she is thinking.  Last week Hailey was clearly annoyed with Skylar and kept telling her she was doing something wrong.  Skylar stopped what she was doing and said:  “Hailey, you are rude!  Get away from me!”.  As you can imagine, Hailey was so mad and replied “Skylar you are rude!  I can’t believe you said that to me!”.  I was just in the next room and heard the conversation take place.  Hailey came to me clearly upset.  This provided us with a very teachable moment.  It allowed us to remind Hailey about how her words have consequences.  She had repeatedly spoken unkind words to Skylar and in return her sister now did not want to play with her at all.  It is my hope that Hailey learned something from that experience and will think before she speaks unkindly to Skylar in the future.

Unfortunately, not everyone gets the chance to learn such a lesson in a protected environment like that of your immediate family.  As adults, the words we speak also have consequences.

When I first moved to Prescott in April I was invited to join the neighborhood Bunco group. Bunco is a dice game. You rotate tables and eventually get to sit and play with almost everyone there.  I’ve played in many groups through the years and have really loved it.  I was excited to be invited to this group as I knew very few people in the area.  This is our first military assignment that we haven’t lived on or near a military base so I was anxious to get to meet people.  I know that all parents long to have contact with adults after having been with your kids all day.  As a parent to a child with autism, I look forward to this night out once a month where people don’t speak to me in movie lines.  For this one night I’m not Mrs. Coryell, the “Captain’s wife”, or Skylar and Hailey’s mom.  I am Julie.  Don’t get me wrong, I love all those other identities, but I also love being just Julie every once in awhile.

A few weeks ago was our monthly Bunco night.  I found a spot in the kitchen where the appetizers were and where we normally chat for about 30 minutes before starting to play.  The ladies know that Skylar has autism and they always ask me about the girls and how they are doing.  This night was no different and we openly discussed autism and epilepsy (since Skylar has both) for a few minutes and then we started playing.

Towards the end of the game I was sitting at a table with 3 other women and we were rolling for 3’s.  None of us were rolling a 3 at all and I said “Wow!  I can’t believe that none of us are rolling 3’s.”  Then the following transpired:

Lady 1:  This is so stupid.  I can’t believe we can’t roll a 3.  We must be the special table!

Lady 2: Ya, the special ed table!  Ha Ha!  We are the special ed table!

Lady 3:  Ya, we are special ed!  (Cackling in laughter!)

I seriously could not move!  I couldn’t believe that these grown women were making fun of special ed people.  And in front of me for that matter!  I could not even find words to say, as I was so stunned that this had just transpired, especially after our conversation in the kitchen earlier.  I was so upset, but I knew that as soon as I opened my mouth, the tears would start rolling.  The round ended and Ladies 2 & 3 moved on to another table.  My sweet friend McCarthy sat down at my table for the next round and immediately sensed something was wrong.  I shared with her what had happened and all she could say was “Are you freaking kidding me?”  The game ended about 10 minutes later and we left as fast as we could.  Poor McCarthy had to listen to me vent the whole way home.

Last night the gal who coordinates the Bunco group called me.  She was absent that night and she called to touch base with me about next month’s group.  I told her that I would no longer be playing and explained the situation.  She felt horrible about what had happened.  The following thoughts are what I shared with her.  I’m condensing them down to bullet points.

-It infuriates me when people make fun of a group of individuals that have something wrong with them that they can not control, in order to get a laugh from others.  (I think it is wrong to make fun of people anyway, but this really makes me mad!)  There is a term for this, it is plain and simple…BULLYING!

-I was so disappointed that I gave up a night with my girls to deal with this kind of ignorance!

-I absolutely HATE that I didn’t say anything at the time, but I have been so emotional lately that I knew that if I said something it would not be good!

-The lady who initially made the comment is a realtor here in town.  Her words had consequences that she doesn’t even know about.  Because she made that comment, I will NEVER pass her name along to anyone I know that needs a realtor.  Anyone who knows me knows that I love to pass along business to those who provide good service (whether that be those that sell a product or professionals that we have utilized).

This experience has taught me more than ever that I need to continue working with my girls on the fact that their words have consequences.  I want both Skylar and Hailey to think before they speak.  I want them to know that it is never ok to get a laugh at the expense of someone else.  I especially want them to know that I love the both of them so very much & even though society might see them as “different”, I think they are exceptional human beings who have a tremendous amount to offer!

Love to you all!
JuJu

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8 thoughts on “Words & Their Consequences

  1. Julie, I am sorry that a couple of idiots ruined your fun. I had a similar experience at a scrapbooking thing where the ladies were trashing someone in politics and were really very offensive. Since apparently I was in the minority, I kept my mouth shut and left soon after. I haven’t been back, but I just couldn’t associate with people who were so rude and racist! I am sure that you can find another group to spend your time with that will deserve to spend it with you!

    • Sadly that is true! It is just so disappointing. Unfortunately not everyone has the “think before you speak” app! :0) Thanks for stopping by! Hope you are well!

  2. All I can say is wow! My jaw dropped to the floor reading this. But it also made me think “how many times in my life have I said things that I didn’t realize were hurtful?” Lord, I want the words of my mouth be pleasing to You…to add to that I want them to be pleasing to others as well!

    • I’ve wondered the same thing Marna and have prayed about that quite a bit. I can’t imagine you ever being intentionally hurtful to anyone! Love you friend!

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