Dealing with the issue of discrimination against individuals with disabilities.
It is especially unfair the way special needs children are treated in high school. They are thrown into a category labeled “not like the rest” and are not given the opportunity to be seen as people, but first judged based on their disabilities. They are separated from the general high school population by a hallway with the numbers on the doors starting in the hundreds. People make fun of the “100 hall” using it as the bud of their joke to call someone “slow”. My peers laugh at them as they go down the hallway, and act like they’re scared of them. I was hurt personally because I interact with these children every day and couldn’t understand why they were being treated …show more content…
On one occasion in particular, there was a rumor that the special needs kids were making the cookies at lunch. Everyone threw their cookies in the trash and started to protest against eating them. The rumor lived up to its name because it was not true, but the point is, what if they did make our cookies? Clubs and organizations have bake sales all the time and majority of the goods are homemade, yet they make plenty of sales. Why is it any different?
I feel so strongly about the mistreatment because of my background. I shared the views of my family until I started forming opinions and ideas of my own. I used to be judgmental towards anyone who didn’t seem “normal, being ignorant to others feelings, but fortunately my personal experiences have changed my views. For one, volunteering at Rockdale Cares for the Halloween Party for adults with disabilities molded the way I interact with disabled patients. (Details) It changed my whole entire view so I started to help in the REACH room at my school where I began to learn more about caring for special needs. I got a chance to see that they all have personalities, feelings, and things that make them more than just a child that has a disability. I remember that Sentara loves chocolate pudding and Moriah has her own language. Occasionally I would blurt a “rigayoo!” to mimic the sound she makes
It is especially unfair the way special needs children are treated in high school. They are thrown into a category labeled “not like the rest” and are not given the opportunity to be seen as people, but first judged based on their disabilities. They are separated from the general high school population by a hallway with the numbers on the doors starting in the hundreds. People make fun of the “100 hall” using it as the bud of their joke to call someone “slow”. My peers laugh at them as they go down the hallway, and act like they’re scared of them. I was hurt personally because I interact with these children every day and couldn’t understand why they were being treated …show more content…
On one occasion in particular, there was a rumor that the special needs kids were making the cookies at lunch. Everyone threw their cookies in the trash and started to protest against eating them. The rumor lived up to its name because it was not true, but the point is, what if they did make our cookies? Clubs and organizations have bake sales all the time and majority of the goods are homemade, yet they make plenty of sales. Why is it any different?
I feel so strongly about the mistreatment because of my background. I shared the views of my family until I started forming opinions and ideas of my own. I used to be judgmental towards anyone who didn’t seem “normal, being ignorant to others feelings, but fortunately my personal experiences have changed my views. For one, volunteering at Rockdale Cares for the Halloween Party for adults with disabilities molded the way I interact with disabled patients. (Details) It changed my whole entire view so I started to help in the REACH room at my school where I began to learn more about caring for special needs. I got a chance to see that they all have personalities, feelings, and things that make them more than just a child that has a disability. I remember that Sentara loves chocolate pudding and Moriah has her own language. Occasionally I would blurt a “rigayoo!” to mimic the sound she makes