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Tuesday, January 3, 2012

When is "Retarded" an Acceptable Word?

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A friend of mine on Facebook took this from a blog and personalized it to speak about her daughter. I copied it and did the same thing to speak about the people in my life who are developmentally delayed or who have autism. I have several family members who are autistic. I hate the word "retarded" and the phrase, "MR" which stands for mentally retarded or mental retardation, which I feel is dehumanizing.

So anyway, if you think "retarded" is "just a word" then I suggest you read on.

All around me, people use the word retarded without a second thought. Sometimes, I’ll say “Um, I don’t like that word,” and they’ll say “Oops, my bad! Sorry, but really I was being retarded.”

Sometimes, I let it slide. I realize that it’s a word that’s ingrained in our society’s vocabulary and people use it without a second thought to its meaning.

But what does it mean to be retarded?

Well, I know what it doesn’t mean. It doesn’t mean not being able to choose something for lunch despite 100 choices in front of you. It doesn’t mean not being able to find your car keys. It doesn’t mean saying the wrong thing to a person. It doesn’t mean forgetting your best friend’s birthday. It’s not something to describe yourself as when you’ve spilled your coffee, or tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. It’s not something to describe your computer, car or phone.

According to Merriam-Webster Dictionary the word “retarded” means - slow or limited in intellectual or emotional development or academic progress.

For me, it’s not just A word

In our home, being retarded means something different. It means not being able to fully care for yourself. It means not understanding what the doctor is going to do for you. It means not being able to explain what hurts when something hurts. It means not being able to ride a two wheeler. Or read. Or ever be able to live on your own.

But ever the optimist, I also know what retarded means. It means never realizing the negativity behind the word retarded, never knowing the insensitivity surrounded the word’s usage, never realizing the ignorance of people or never knowing how other people view you.

Being retarded also means loving unconditionally, finding joy in the smallest of things, being self-confident, not realizing that there are limitations, and innocence.

I have several family members, including a cousin with autism, and friends who are diagnosed as developmentally delayed, which means retarded. When you call yourself retarded, you’re also calling my family members/friends with developmental delays stupid because you use the word as just that – another form of stupid.

In their own way, people with developmental delays are very smart. Maybe smarter than us at times. They have more self-confidence than anyone I know who’s called themselves “retarded”. They are the best judge of a person’s character than anyone else I’ve ever known. Yes, they are slow to learn things. But they are not stupid.

Let’s get something straight here. Some of these family members and friends I mentioned may have cognitive issues. They may have delays. Several of them live on their own with outside help, but the others will never live on their own, but they are NOT stupid.

I know that most people don’t use the word “retarded” maliciously. Most people I know use it in a self-depreciating way. And when I point it out, they go “Oh wow! I’m sorry!” and they truly feel like a heel. The thing is, you’re still using it in the way that people who do use it maliciously use it as – to describe stupidity.

So why not just use the word “stupid” instead? Because I know what “retarded” is. I live with it through family members and friends. And in our world “retarded” doesn’t equate to “stupid”.




Sunday, October 23, 2011

Laughter is the Best Medicine Part 2

Since I have been sick and cannot seem to recover, and it's a dreary Sunday, I thought I would post some funny pictures. Hope these make you smile!









































































jayparkinsonmd:  My friend Amit Gupta founded my favorite photography site Photojojo. A few weeks ago, he was diagnosed with leukemia. Amit is one of the nicest, most genuine, most creative people you could ever meet. Prior to founding the awesome Photojojo, he also co-founded Jelly in 2006 in NYC, a coworking community, that’s now spread to 60 cities across the world and helped spark the coworking revolution. It looks like Amit will need a bone marrow transplant quite soon. We can help him with that.  Unlike blood transfusions, finding a genetic match for bone marrow that his body will accept is no easy task. The national bone marrow registry has 9.5 million records on file, yet the chances of someone from South Asian descent of finding a match are only 1 in 20,000. This is where we come in. We’re going to destroy those odds. How? By finding and registering as many people of South Asian descent as we possibly can. Tests are easy– a simple swab of the cheek. If someone is determined to be a match, that person would have to be willing to undergo an outpatient procedure. It’s not a fun procedure, but it’s not dangerous either. And doing it could save a life. That’s why, starting now, we are encouraging anyone of South Asian descent between the ages of 18 to 60 to take a test to see if you’re a match.  You can register online for your test, or, if you’re in New York, you can join us Friday, October 14th, for a special party we are throwing to rally support. We’ll have test kits on hand at the party, as well as music, booze, and maybe even a photo booth. It will, for the first time, combine a House 2.0-style party with a New Work City-style party, and if you’ve ever been to either, you know they are always something special.  Please spread the word and please do everything you can to help Amit beat leukemia. He’s a superstar. Thank you Tony.




  • cranquis: did you need a note to excuse you from your chef duties while you're sick, sir?
  • patient: no, i don't think so.
  • building fire alarm: weekly test suddenly starts blaring
  • patient: oh no, i swear i wasn't cooking anything in here!
  • cranquis: *splutters in laughter*



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  • cranquis: mrs. olderman, how nice to see you again! ready for me to take those staples out of the cut on your scalp?
  • mrs. olderman (87 years old): oh doctor cranquis, how nice of you to remember me!
  • cranquis: hey, i'm just glad you remember me -- you're the one who had the head injury, after all. *laughter all around*



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  • cranquis: so little anna's rash is still there, ever since i saw her for this rash 2 years ago?
  • anna's mom: yes, it won't go away.
  • cranquis: did you do the treatments and over-the-counter creams that i recommended?
  • mom: no.
  • cranquis: did you take her to see the dermatologist that i recommended to you at that visit?
  • mom: no.
  • cranquis: i see. (reiterates all the same information, writes it all down, gives a prescription med to use also, gives the dermatologist's phone number, discharges patient)
  • --------next day-----------
  • nurse: doctor, anna's mom is at the front desk to see you as you requested yesterday.
  • cranquis: huh? i didn't tell her to come back here.
  • nurse: she said you told her to go buy all the creams and treatments that you wrote down, then come back here so you could explain them all to her... um, doctor, you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep head-butting the doorframe like that.




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  • cranquis: your chart also says that you have blindness in your left eye?
  • patient: oh yeah, it's because my eye has that problem, um, i forget the name -- it's like the name of a dessert.
  • cranquis: um...
  • patient: you know, that dessert, it's like a salad with coconut and fruit and whipped cream?
  • cranquis: uh...
  • patient: ambrosia!
  • cranquis: amblyopia!
  • both: *laughter*



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And finally, a true story to make you laugh...

This was told to me by a friend a couple of months ago.

me: How are your children doing?
friend: They're fine. My son lost his first tooth today.
me: I'll bet he was excited.
friend: He was. I had to take him to urgent care (unrelated issue) and he was proudly telling the nurses and the doctor about losing his first tooth. While we were sitting in the room waiting for the doctor to return, he looks at me and says, "Mom, when my new tooth comes in, will it come in gold?"
me: *laughing and crying hysterically*