#aggghhh!!!!!

I don't honestly know what to say. Everytime you walk through my door is one of the happiest and saddest 30 minutes of my week. Happiest, because I get the chance to spend 30 minutes with one of the most perfect people to ever walk this earth, and there are plenty of others just like him. Saddest, because I have to listen to you reprimanding this same child for doing things that you don't consider normal/talking about a religion you don't rightly understand/wasting my precious time.

1. You tell him to stop rocking back and forth, or making "those noises" because you think it's not normal. Well, that is normal for him, and there's nothing fucking wrong with him expressing himself however he likes. If you haven't noticed, when he's rocking back and forth he's actually moving to the beat of whatever song i'm playing, because he enjoys the song and he has the right to move to it however he'd like. He has a hard time talking because of something that is entirely out of his control, so please do not blame him for expressing himself in ways that come easily to him.

2. You go on and on about "our" religion, spouting opinions that are completely untrue, and it is because of people like you that my religion gets the reputation it does. My religion teaches loving people, and accepting people and allowing them freedom of choice. Not ostracizing others for their views and criticizing the helpless and selfless.

3. I only get a half hour with your son every week. That's only 30 minutes. 1800 seconds. I would spend 10 times that amount for none of the money if it would allow me to see the joy that your son experiences, even when listening to my poor singing and sometimes clumsy piano playing. So please, dear god, stop interrupting me with your mindless chatter about my ACT score, or my prom dress, or how many boys must like me, because I would give all of that up a thousand times if I could help protect boys like him from heartless people like you.