Good to see. I volunteered for this in college, but my experience wasn't so great. http://www.channingfrye.com/blog/?p=125
is it an actual competition? the one we had, everyone won i think it was non-competative (it was called Special Games)
Everything is a competition. That is America for you. You know that even if they don't announce winners, some dad is silently smiling about his kid being the fastest. And why shouldn't they really? I mean, is it wrong for a special needs kid to want to win? They aren't brain dead, just differently abled or whatever the term is now (retarded) Winning is fun.
This thread cracks me up. I keep seeing the Charles Barkley skit vs. Barney as well as Matt Dillon playing football with the special ed folks in "There's Something About Mary". "Special, my ass!"
I coached Special Olympics as recently as last spring and let me tell you how worthwhile it is: It's worthwhile a lot. Anyway, I've never seen the lack of ego in the individual as I did see while coaching. This may be due to cognitive parts of the brain not functioning as well as normal, but it was refreshing to see nonetheless. Two votes for Hot Pockets. I get two votes because I am twice the man as any man and at least 5* times the woman as any woman. Maybe I should get more votes? *Was 1.5 before I realized how much better I am.
Yeah, unlike me, you probably didn't have a 30 year old autistic dude chasing you around with his pants down and his penis erect during your experience.
I would've called the police to arrest him. There ain't no right to have someone chasing you all over the place with his dick all out and heated.
I told the group leader. Pretty disturbing. Nothing happened of course, but I kept my distance and let him shoot baskets or whatever they did.
Sorry, that was you? I just think it is fun to find a way to run around with my junk out for the world to see. I figured they wouldn't arrest an autistic dude. I was right.
it actually happened while I took him to the bathroom. I reported to my group leader because it could have been misconstrued or have escalated.
I coached 5th grade boys YMCA basketball a few years back and made damn sure to NEVER be alone with any of them for any reason. If they needed to go to the bathroom I went in the bathroom first and made sure nobody was in there and we always took more than one kid with one of the parents and waited outside the restroom. Sucks that you have to do this kind of crap in our society but whaddya gonna do?
no kidding. i remember my bro's bball coach dropped my brother at home after practice cuz he couldn't get a ride or something (this was high school)...after that my mom automatically assumed he was a pedo.
My 7th grade gym teacher wanted to fight me..seriously. I was six feet tall and about 200 lbs then and he wanted to fight me and I kept telling him to take a swing...fucker. He was old as hell. I found out later that he had been nailing my aunt when she was a junior in high school back in the 60s. He was just out of college then and I wish I could travel through time and whoop the hell out of him when he was younger. I only grew two more inches through high school, you woulda thought I would be 6'8' or so if you had seen me when I was 12. My uncle was 6 foot in the sixth grade and he ended up six four. My grandma has a picture of his little league team in sixth grade and it looks like a bunch of kids and three coaches. Only one of the coaches is my uncle...a kid. Back in the day my friend's dad used to drive us around in his car while driking a martini. Oh the good old days.
Speaking of pedos, back home my church used to take us to this guy's house who had a big indoor swimming pool. I guess he charged a fee for use or something. Anway, the guy had home built one person changing rooms for each sex. Well, I went in the male changing room one day and for some reason turned out the light. Well, I saw light coming from a crack in the wall and lo and behold you could see in the GIRL'S changing room. Needless to say, I always took longer changing my clothes than the rest of the kids. ha ha I was sure someone would figure out that I was up to something because I always let other kids go first so I could time it to watch the girl I wanted to see. Peeping Tom I was. For the pedophile aspect of this, I suspect that the guy built them this way on purpose so he could peep on the kids...boys or girls or both I am not sure. Either that or he didn't realize that 2 by 4s and plywood don't seal up without you making them.
