Miles and miles of piles
Mar. 25th, 2005 09:33 pmI went on a co-visit to a day care first thing this morning with Coworker Amanda, and while there I realized I forgot my cell phone at home. She was gracious enough to give me a couple of minutes' worth of a detour to stop at home and pick it up. I bribed her with the opportunity to pet some cute cats (her roommates are allergic), and she went along with it. Of course, the minute she walked into the apartment, I realized that the bed was a disaster, Jen's pile of already-worn sweaters was leaking out into the main area, there was street sand everywhere, the clean laundry was still all over the kitchen table, and the counter was overflowing with junk. I was so embarrassed that I decided that I would be better suited spending my Friday evening cleaning the apartment than trying to make any plans.
It looks a lot better now, and I feel a little less anxious about all of the clutter and mess. Ugh. I hate that there is just /crap/ everywhere, like piles of half-opened junk mail and 8749827 pairs of shoes and mussed up blankets and art supplies on every surface and inside-out sweaters and balls of cat hair and god knows what else. I just can't deal.
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It's disheartening to know that queerphobia is still alive and well in the land of same-sex marriage. I found out yesterday that one of the kids I work with has some problem where his anal sphnicter is too tight, which causes severe constipation and painful defecation. But his dad won't let him have the surgery that would help loosen it up because he's convinced that the surgery (and a 'looser' anus) will make him gay.
Also, a three-year-old girl at a day care I visit spent several minutes asking me, "Why are you talking like that?" and I had no idea what she was talking about. After the third or fourth time I asked, "Talking like what?" she finally answered, "Like a girl." When I said, "I /am/ a girl," she became very indignant and told me that I was not. And every time I said something for the rest of the visit, she became quite upset and would yell, "Stop talking like that!" It was a little, erm, distracting.
It looks a lot better now, and I feel a little less anxious about all of the clutter and mess. Ugh. I hate that there is just /crap/ everywhere, like piles of half-opened junk mail and 8749827 pairs of shoes and mussed up blankets and art supplies on every surface and inside-out sweaters and balls of cat hair and god knows what else. I just can't deal.
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It's disheartening to know that queerphobia is still alive and well in the land of same-sex marriage. I found out yesterday that one of the kids I work with has some problem where his anal sphnicter is too tight, which causes severe constipation and painful defecation. But his dad won't let him have the surgery that would help loosen it up because he's convinced that the surgery (and a 'looser' anus) will make him gay.
Also, a three-year-old girl at a day care I visit spent several minutes asking me, "Why are you talking like that?" and I had no idea what she was talking about. After the third or fourth time I asked, "Talking like what?" she finally answered, "Like a girl." When I said, "I /am/ a girl," she became very indignant and told me that I was not. And every time I said something for the rest of the visit, she became quite upset and would yell, "Stop talking like that!" It was a little, erm, distracting.
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Date: 2005-03-26 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-26 02:54 am (UTC)That part about the little boy both saddens and angers me to a point of madness! Ugh..some people should not be parents.
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Date: 2005-03-26 06:42 pm (UTC)I'm just blown away that he honestly and truly believes that rectal surgery will somehow affect his son's sexual orientation. (And that it matters either way.)
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Date: 2005-03-26 03:10 am (UTC)Some people should not be allowed to procreate. I want a baby so much, and once I have one I know that I will spend every day trying to give him the best life he could possibly live. Sometimes I just cannot comprehend other people. How could you possibly look at a sweet baby and deny him the chance to live a life without pain? How can he stand to face his little boy every day knowing that he is hurting him when he should be nurturing him? Gah! I give you a lot of credit, Jude. I simply could not do your job. I would not be able to get over my own shit enough to actually be able to do something good and worthwile. I am so thankful that there are people like you in this world.
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Date: 2005-03-26 06:48 pm (UTC)Unfortunately, the reality of the world is that /most/ parents (even really good ones!) don't raise children the way I personally think is best for children or how I would raise my own. The sheer number of families that use infant formula ASTOUNDS and HORRIFIES me, for example. I suppose this particular Dad's beliefs are a bit more "extreme" than parents with beliefs that formula is good for babies... but they still both go against my personal beliefs. And still, the nature of my job (and my professional philosophies) is such that my personal agenda should not come out in my dealings with parents. (I do offer occasional suggestions, but that's about it. I'm really all about empowering families to take care of their children their own ways.)
The other thing is that working with inner city families is so fascinating because there are so many cultural and ethnic factors that come into play. It's not all that surprising that this particular man has strong feelings about homosexuality, given his cultural background. I'm glad I'm able to respect this family (and other families) enough to step back and offer support, not instructions.
If the prune juice and stuff wasn't working out, that would be a different story.
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:08 am (UTC)As for where you draw the line with cultural influences, that's not a can of worms I'm prepared to get into tonight. :)
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Date: 2005-03-27 04:26 pm (UTC)Yes, breastfeeding can be complicated and/or painful, and it's not easy. But it's still the best choice (IMO). There are alternatives (like there is in this poop situation) but they are less good.
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Date: 2005-03-26 06:52 pm (UTC)The African-American community, especially in the US, has been traditionally and stereotypically homophobic. I'm sure the strong religious influences in this culture play a role in the whole thing. But I /am/ surprised that the girl had such strong views about gender presentation based on hair and clothing, since it's fairly common among inner city African-American women to wear unisex or "men's" clothing (like sports jerseys and stuff), and for African-American men to grow their hair longer and wear cornrows and stuff. So I was a bit surprised by the whole gender bit. Heck, I look /so/ /much/ /girlier/ now than I did even last year.
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Date: 2005-03-26 06:54 pm (UTC)I just hope that if the laxative-type-stuff they've been using stops working, he'll reconsider. Or that Mom will eventually be able to veto him. ;)
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Date: 2005-03-26 05:52 pm (UTC)For whatever it's worth, the little girl at least has hope.
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Date: 2005-04-01 02:30 am (UTC)Yeah, kids are a lot more fluid than us crotchety old grown-ups are!
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Date: 2005-03-27 07:02 am (UTC)b) as re: voice, I heard a very similar story last night at the Tranny Roadshow. My friend was talking about how he taught first graders for awhile, and how they would have huge arguments in front of him about his gender. he wasn't out to his job at the time as trans, so the other teachers would yell at the kids and then reassure him that he was very pretty and feminine. that was the only part he really minded.
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