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01/24/10(Sun)01:20:37 No.7253523Well: When
I was in kindergarten, there was a little Hawaiian Autistic boy named
La'a Kea in my class. Being five years old and unaware of what Autism
was, much less that he had it, I mentioned in passing to my
mother--btw, cumdumpsta here, not that it matters but I think it might
let you guys visualize this more--that there was a weird kid in my
class. She investigated, found out about his disability, and became
close friends with his mother. Because of this, I was expected to be
friends with Kea, too.
As a child, one of my favorite
books--or at least one that was read to me a lot--was about these two
witches: one was a total beeyatch and played tricks on the other one,
but when the beeyatch witch started beeyatching up all of these little
kids at the beach, the good witch summoned up some good karma-like
magic and the beeyatch ends up getting, I dunno, covered in sand or
some shit. At the very end, it says "do onto others and you would like
them to do onto you", or "treat others as you would wish to be
treated", or whatever.
The moral that I took from this was
"somebody fucks your shit up, you get sweet, sweet revenge". Looking
back, I suppose I misinterpreted things somewhat, but I still blame my
mother for what happened. Kea had been following me around the
playground, trying to get me to hang out with him. I just kept running
away, as I did every time he did this. Which was often. Today, I was
fed up with it.
So I punched him in the stomach. Now, I never
got in trouble for this, and I don't even think he was that hurt or
put-off (how could he be? It was a five-year-old-girl punch), but yeah,
I consider that to be the worst thing I ever did. I mean, he just
wanted to be friends, poor kid ;_;.
Our family still gets
Christmas cards from his. They moved back to Hawaii, and Kea has a
little brother who, as far as I know, has nothing wrong with him.
Tl;Dr: I punched an Autistic boy. |