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Jacquie:

What an awful experience. But the man at the next table was the awful one.

A pity he had to make the difficult experience of taking our children places

so much harder.

Salli

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Jacquie:

What an awful experience. But the man at the next table was the awful one.

A pity he had to make the difficult experience of taking our children places

so much harder.

Salli

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Jacquie:

What an awful experience. But the man at the next table was the awful one.

A pity he had to make the difficult experience of taking our children places

so much harder.

Salli

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How wonderful that Marc knew!

I share 's concern, but you know your men.

What a horrid, horrid experience. :((( When I've glared at people and said

nastily, " He's autistic. " it has always shut them up.

-Sara.

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oh my HEAVENS, they applauded and said " so " after you said he was autistic. I

would have been MORTIFIED...and if I was around, I'd hav given that guy a PIECE

OF MY MIND regardless if I was with my autistic son or not. Oh my goodness

gracious, what a horrible life he must leave to not have any empathy or

compassion for those around him, regardless of the circumstances. Whew!! I would

never go back. You were strong. I do NOT get too upset too easily, but by golly

I'd have started yelling at that man and giving him a thing or two. It would

have taken everything in my NOT to just slap him, ha ha ha. Seriously..just

reading your e-mail made me so angry. Bless YOUR HEART!!

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Bleech!

Jacquie H

" I can't go back there "

Tonight while we were cleaning up after dinner, Marc said to me, " Uncle Ernie

and Aunt Ruth have planned a get-together for the end of the month. It's at The

Mandarin in Burlington. "

Before I even knew why, I said, " I can't go back there. "

" I know, " said my husband, " I already told them it would be just me and . "

At that restaurant 3 years ago, I had the most traumatic outing with my

autistic child EVER. Not because of his behaviour, which was no different than

any other hideous outing at that age, but because of the table of three sitting

behind us. There was a man at that table about 35 or so, with an older couple.

EVERYTHING did, this guy had a comment to make about it. None of the

vonHunniuses said anything; apparently I was the only one it bothered.

We made it through about an hour before completely lost it and went to

sit under the table and buzz. None of the other 16 people gave a shit, so it

was me - again - who crawled under and got him. And then I carried him out of

the dining room while he kicked and screamed.

When we left, the guy at the table behind us APPLAUDED. HE CLAPPED HIS HANDS

AND SAID, " THANK GOD " . I yelled, " he's AUTISTIC. " The bastard replied,

" So? "

In the foyer of the restaurant, there was a koi pond. I took there. The

manager yelled at him for stepping past the " acceptable " line.

I took outside, and sat on a garden rock and cried while I let him pull

all the flowers out by the roots.

Ah. Lovely memories.

Jacquie

-whose MIL came out to comfort her with sage wisdom: " You can't let that

spoil your dinner. Come back in and ignore him. "

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Bleech!

Jacquie H

" I can't go back there "

Tonight while we were cleaning up after dinner, Marc said to me, " Uncle Ernie

and Aunt Ruth have planned a get-together for the end of the month. It's at The

Mandarin in Burlington. "

Before I even knew why, I said, " I can't go back there. "

" I know, " said my husband, " I already told them it would be just me and . "

At that restaurant 3 years ago, I had the most traumatic outing with my

autistic child EVER. Not because of his behaviour, which was no different than

any other hideous outing at that age, but because of the table of three sitting

behind us. There was a man at that table about 35 or so, with an older couple.

EVERYTHING did, this guy had a comment to make about it. None of the

vonHunniuses said anything; apparently I was the only one it bothered.

We made it through about an hour before completely lost it and went to

sit under the table and buzz. None of the other 16 people gave a shit, so it

was me - again - who crawled under and got him. And then I carried him out of

the dining room while he kicked and screamed.

When we left, the guy at the table behind us APPLAUDED. HE CLAPPED HIS HANDS

AND SAID, " THANK GOD " . I yelled, " he's AUTISTIC. " The bastard replied,

" So? "

In the foyer of the restaurant, there was a koi pond. I took there. The

manager yelled at him for stepping past the " acceptable " line.

I took outside, and sat on a garden rock and cried while I let him pull

all the flowers out by the roots.

Ah. Lovely memories.

Jacquie

-whose MIL came out to comfort her with sage wisdom: " You can't let that

spoil your dinner. Come back in and ignore him. "

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Bleech!

Jacquie H

" I can't go back there "

Tonight while we were cleaning up after dinner, Marc said to me, " Uncle Ernie

and Aunt Ruth have planned a get-together for the end of the month. It's at The

Mandarin in Burlington. "

Before I even knew why, I said, " I can't go back there. "

" I know, " said my husband, " I already told them it would be just me and . "

At that restaurant 3 years ago, I had the most traumatic outing with my

autistic child EVER. Not because of his behaviour, which was no different than

any other hideous outing at that age, but because of the table of three sitting

behind us. There was a man at that table about 35 or so, with an older couple.

EVERYTHING did, this guy had a comment to make about it. None of the

vonHunniuses said anything; apparently I was the only one it bothered.

We made it through about an hour before completely lost it and went to

sit under the table and buzz. None of the other 16 people gave a shit, so it

was me - again - who crawled under and got him. And then I carried him out of

the dining room while he kicked and screamed.

When we left, the guy at the table behind us APPLAUDED. HE CLAPPED HIS HANDS

AND SAID, " THANK GOD " . I yelled, " he's AUTISTIC. " The bastard replied,

" So? "

In the foyer of the restaurant, there was a koi pond. I took there. The

manager yelled at him for stepping past the " acceptable " line.

I took outside, and sat on a garden rock and cried while I let him pull

all the flowers out by the roots.

Ah. Lovely memories.

Jacquie

-whose MIL came out to comfort her with sage wisdom: " You can't let that

spoil your dinner. Come back in and ignore him. "

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> I'm not really good at nasty. I'm good at planned confrontation, and with

> blatant honesty, but in a situation where I have to think fast, I

> CAN'T. In

> a situation like that, when I suddenly get really angry, I cry. I can't

> help it. It just happens. My mind goes blank and I cry.

I AM SO THE SAME WAY!!!!!

Except I don't cry. I just can't think. Everything locks up and I just

stare. About the only thing I can think is, " What is WRONG with you? "

Maybe I should just say that...

-Sara.

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> I'm not really good at nasty. I'm good at planned confrontation, and with

> blatant honesty, but in a situation where I have to think fast, I

> CAN'T. In

> a situation like that, when I suddenly get really angry, I cry. I can't

> help it. It just happens. My mind goes blank and I cry.

I AM SO THE SAME WAY!!!!!

Except I don't cry. I just can't think. Everything locks up and I just

stare. About the only thing I can think is, " What is WRONG with you? "

Maybe I should just say that...

-Sara.

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> I'm not really good at nasty. I'm good at planned confrontation, and with

> blatant honesty, but in a situation where I have to think fast, I

> CAN'T. In

> a situation like that, when I suddenly get really angry, I cry. I can't

> help it. It just happens. My mind goes blank and I cry.

I AM SO THE SAME WAY!!!!!

Except I don't cry. I just can't think. Everything locks up and I just

stare. About the only thing I can think is, " What is WRONG with you? "

Maybe I should just say that...

-Sara.

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> while i applaud marc for knowing you can't go and also being ok with it,

i'm assuming he was one of the ones there the last time who did nothing?

now, i realize eric is better at these kind of things than he was then, but

what happens if he has an autie moment and ends up under the table again? is

marc going to be able to handle it in front of his family?

>

I have to answer this in two parts.

1. At the time, it was scant months after the dx, and scant months after

Marc got off the boats. NONE of the people at the table had spent any

significant time with except me, and no one at the table had accepted

the fact he was autistic yet - not even Marc, who, let's face it, barely

knew at the time. I was the ONLY one there even remotely able to see

what was going on. I was very alone. :-(

2. If he has an autie moment, could Marc (or his family) handle it? Yes,

clumsily. Not as well as I could, but better than they could before. Marc

may lose his temper because he's influenced by the prescence of his family,

but one of my Bitch-in-law sisters-in-law will know to take eric out of the

situation to cool down. That's the only thing they HAVE learned in three

years, and I guess it's better than nothing.

Jacquie

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> while i applaud marc for knowing you can't go and also being ok with it,

i'm assuming he was one of the ones there the last time who did nothing?

now, i realize eric is better at these kind of things than he was then, but

what happens if he has an autie moment and ends up under the table again? is

marc going to be able to handle it in front of his family?

>

I have to answer this in two parts.

1. At the time, it was scant months after the dx, and scant months after

Marc got off the boats. NONE of the people at the table had spent any

significant time with except me, and no one at the table had accepted

the fact he was autistic yet - not even Marc, who, let's face it, barely

knew at the time. I was the ONLY one there even remotely able to see

what was going on. I was very alone. :-(

2. If he has an autie moment, could Marc (or his family) handle it? Yes,

clumsily. Not as well as I could, but better than they could before. Marc

may lose his temper because he's influenced by the prescence of his family,

but one of my Bitch-in-law sisters-in-law will know to take eric out of the

situation to cool down. That's the only thing they HAVE learned in three

years, and I guess it's better than nothing.

Jacquie

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> I remember you telling us about that before! It still infuriates me from

> start to finish.

>

> Why would they WANT to go back there?

Welcome to my world.

Jacquie

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> I remember you telling us about that before! It still infuriates me from

> start to finish.

>

> Why would they WANT to go back there?

Welcome to my world.

Jacquie

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> I remember you telling us about that before! It still infuriates me from

> start to finish.

>

> Why would they WANT to go back there?

Welcome to my world.

Jacquie

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You know, all this reminds me of an incident a few years ago at one of the

resturants we used to go to here. Family buffet type place.

Dakota was just learning to feed himself at the time and Savannah and Sierras

table habits were more deplorable than they are now (don't ask).

Now, let me explain something here. When we go out to eat always leaves a

bigger tip than he needs to. His reasoning is that we have a large family and

therefore we are more work than a " normal " family in the sense of clearning the

table and stuff, and if we have a good server they really worked for the tip.

He even leaves tips at buffets where all the server does is clear the table (not

something a lot of people do, but he figures that person has to clean up after

the kids.

Ok, so back to where I was.

The person assigned to our table got her panties in a bunch I guess because the

kids left a mess for her to clean up (guess the $6 tip didn't appease her).

The next time we went in there she actually walked up to the kids (including

Dakota who was in a freaking high chair at the time) and told the kids not to

make such a big mess this time because she had to clean it up. 1. It was

uncalled for. 2. It was rude and 3. it was very unproffessional.

I told about what she said. I was pissed, there was no call for it all.

He said something to the manager. The next time we went in there she stayed as

far away from us as possible.

The thing is, I think Savannah took offence to it as well because she started

putting food on the floor on purpose.

We haven't been back there in some time.

Have found out that Chinese resturants are more appreciative of our business and

they do a lot more to help.

Georga Hackworth

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Re: " I can't go back there "

I know I posted earlier about how mad this would have made me, but I

just had a thought...maybe this guy suffers from BAS..Big Asshole

Syndrome...never know, maybe it's beyond his control.

>

>

> > I'm very glad Marc remembers and already handled it for you. You

really

> got

> > yourself a winner when you two got together!

>

>

> I sure did. :-)

>

> Have I ever told you guys what we used to say when people asked us

how we

> knew we were right for each other? I think this is probably a very

aspie

> take on love and marriage: " Of all the people in the world we've

ever met,

> we hate each other the least. "

>

> LOL

>

> We live a VERY isolated life and we know each other VERY well.

>

> Jacquie

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I think my thing is I am so sick of putting up with stupid people. I don't have

any tollerance for it. If people want to make themselves look like asses, well,

I will just help them along

Georga Hackworth

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> You don't understand, I would have gotten very nasty with the guy.

>

> Georga Hackworth

I'm not really good at nasty. I'm good at planned confrontation, and with

blatant honesty, but in a situation where I have to think fast, I CAN'T. In

a situation like that, when I suddenly get really angry, I cry. I can't

help it. It just happens. My mind goes blank and I cry.

:-(

Jacquie

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I think my thing is I am so sick of putting up with stupid people. I don't have

any tollerance for it. If people want to make themselves look like asses, well,

I will just help them along

Georga Hackworth

www.ubah.com/F1549 Enter to win $50 in FREE books!

Re: Re: " I can't go back there "

> You don't understand, I would have gotten very nasty with the guy.

>

> Georga Hackworth

I'm not really good at nasty. I'm good at planned confrontation, and with

blatant honesty, but in a situation where I have to think fast, I CAN'T. In

a situation like that, when I suddenly get really angry, I cry. I can't

help it. It just happens. My mind goes blank and I cry.

:-(

Jacquie

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