I'm neurotypical. Is that bad?

A normal mother and a disabled mother sit with their children in the café. Says the mother of the neurotypical child: “My son is so intelligent! He was able to walk at ten months. "The disabled child thinks:" What a fool, I let myself be carried up to the age of six. "

The joke is of course discriminatory towards normal mothers, but I still find it quite funny. The expression neurotypical I only recently came across this for the first time. But I was able to find out that, for once, I knew a name from other mothers. Of course, that was only because he comes from the disabled scene. Otherwise I will never know a new word in front of the others. As a rule, I have never heard the words that are voted Anglicism of the Year - but then I hear them all the time. The term neurotypical was originally shaped by people with autism, and simply refers to non-autistic people. For some time now I've heard it more or less as a more or less serious - or more or less derogatory - word for normal.

Discriminate back

Perhaps one would like to discriminate back there sometime. Sometimes it does very well. Fortunately, for once, Anglicism did not prevail here, that was probably just too exhausting with the pronunciation: Neurologically Typical. But who knows, maybe the social education students will soon say that a child is complete NT, just like the history students 20 years ago, all of whom kept saying PC for political correct. By the way, the expression students at the time was gender-technically PC, but of course everything else was not PC - and to say NT it would certainly not be either. Today there is apparently just as much theorising around in these courses as it used to be. The other day, after a reading at a university, a couple of special education students told me - Studies, not even PC, because it is diminutive, but at least gender-neutral, completely without asterisks - it would have been great to find out more specifically about a disabled child. I was pretty shocked, after all, I thought that studying would prepare young people for work with disabled people. But they told me that at the moment they were mainly concerned with the question of whether disability is not a social construct.

Teaching people to use the toilet instead of poring over theoretical problems

When I first came across the theory a few years ago that disability was just a socially created construct of reality, I found the idea revolutionary. After all, we humans only create terms such as “normal” or “disabled” through our actions and thoughts. However, I have to admit that this approach has not really helped me in everyday life with my disabled child. Because when I was 12, my son was in a diaper, which, from a very objective point of view, is human feces and not a social construct. I would like to see social pedagogues who would be taught practical knowledge during their studies on how to teach a child like Wille to use the toilet regularly, instead of just lamenting about social reality in theory. In addition: Social constructivism is itself only socially constructed and therefore absurd in itself! Anyway, I'm not a student, but a mother, and so I have more urgent things to do than deal with theoretical problems for a long time - for example, I have to change diapers.

 

Another top topic for the students is - once again - the problem of naming disabled children. At the moment they say in Germany GE kidswhat kids with Mental development needs stands. Almost nobody gets that anymore, but they just don't know what else to say. For me it is still clear: the more we talk about the bush, the more weird words arise. That is why there are so many word creations in this area. One likes to use the English language, because it usually sounds a lot cooler. The expression “handicap” is also very popular - but it always sounds more like golf to me than like a disability. By the way, when I hear the word “status” on Facebook or WhatsApp, I always think of an epileptic seizure and not of any emojis or superfluous photos that other people have posted of their food. Even with the expression Influencer - another word that everyone knew before me - to this day I associate flu viruses more than a YouTube star that all young people are chasing after. And when it says on the radio that there will be handicaps for 20 kilometers on the autobahn, I like to think about what kind of handicaps are there: Down syndrome, fragile X syndrome or maybe Angelman syndrome?

Special needs?

But what I have seriously thought about for a long time is the term "Special Needs", which is translated from English: Children with special needs. Well, he has some needs much stronger or longer than most other children. For example after diapers, brass music, marble runs or for example after the film "Michel from Lönneberga", which Willi has been watching every evening for over a year. Of course, like everyone else, he also has the need for communication, and that happens in a rather special way because he can't speak anything. But the need itself? That's actually quite normal. It sometimes seems to me that Willis' neurotypical sister Olivia has more special needs than her disabled brother. For example, she MUST drink all drinks through a straw (she guards straws like treasures because I refuse to buy new ones). And yesterday, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, she had to use a biscuit mold to get the word out of her liver sausage bread Olivia before she could eat it. After that, by the way, I MANDATORY had to twist curlers in her hair at 9 p.m. THAT is what I call special needs or really neurotypical, or just: Typical my daughter?

Willicism

Perhaps that - unlike me - he gets through life with just a few words and even without any quibble at all. I think we should definitely publish a Willicism of the Year every year. Willicism is then a sequence of sounds that only Willi really understands - or maybe not even that - but which he (and soon everyone in our house) uses excessively. Last year it was definitely “Batza-eh”, this year replaced by “Sasasasaeh”. Then there has to be Willis' Talker Word of the Year, because even with a voice computer he picks out a single word from time to time, which - for reasons we cannot understand - is repeated infinitely often and incoherently. Two years in a row the word “budgie” would have won, but last year it was replaced by the word “fruit salad”. Actually, Willi is a walking Dada work of art! He is a true surrealist and gives our life exactly the proportion of absurd nones to be able to endure this world. He is and will simply be the child that suits us! Still, I would be very happy if the word "Mama" became the real Willi word of the year ...

... I'm still a neurotypical mother somewhere.