A fellow we know, friend is too strong a word, acquaintance too mild, was telling us that he is going to visit family in a couple of weeks. He's very excited. At just over 80, he knows that this may be his last big trip. So he was full of detail, trust me absolutely full of excruciating detail, about the trip. His sister is on her second marriage to a man on his second marriage, they both have children from previous marriages, her children ... I'll pause here for a timely 'blah blah blah blah'. But I barely listened until the whisper.
Whispers interest me.
Whispers are about secrets.
Whispers paradoxically call attention to themselves.
He had been talking about his sister's husband's children. The two oldest were twins. Identical twins - this was followed with stories about the capers of twins. Then the whisper, it was about the youngest son. I didn't catch what he said.
'Pardon?' I asked.
This was followed by a mumble.
Finally I understood that he was saying that the youngest son was (whisper) 'born blind'.
Oh my goodness, a whispered child.
Then he was back on about the twins and their shenanigans, oh my gosh what do twins get up to!! The twins are married and one does this and the other does that. The whispered son was not mentioned. So I asked. Apparently he is married and working - but there was no detail and it seemed that his life was lived very much in the shadow of TWINS. Well, to be honest, NORMAL KIDS. Kids who can be discussed out loud. Kids who don't hide behind whispers.
I know I was talking to a man in his early 80's but tell me, please tell me, that children born with disabilities today are welcomed out loud.