Today I’m going to a course for work about employment for people who have disabilities. So off I go on the train into Sydney. Hey, it’s a day away from the mundane, and really, I’ve done nothing other than mouth off over the years about the way schools are stopping all the programs we used to have that ensured kids knew how to catch a bus or a train, behave in public, speak to people (not knock some poor old lady over with their school bag or burp loudly in public) etc etc etc. Now, it seems all schools are too worried about risk assessments to let these kids with disabilities out at all. And that’s deplorable. Most of our kids won’t ever drive – but they used to know better than mainstream kids how to work out a timetable and catch public transport. (And we’d have fun going places, too. Often these kids have never even been to a shopping mall or cinema)
So, anyway, this might help in some small way – and yeah, it’s a day out. Lunch is provided – hopefully better than the last course I went to. Those dodgy cold samos.
When I think about it, and I have been a bit lately, I’ve realised that every bit of a drama I’ve had in the work place has been about going in to bat for someone. It’s never been about myself. Of course, the disappointment sets in when I have needed someone to do the same and they don’t. So, I am determined not to do this anymore. Well, not to the degree I had before. The fight I had last year about this time, was really about a teacher not giving us a damned ball at sport time. He maintained that “YOUS have your own budget.” (We don’t) I was standing there with 5 kids from the support unit, IN sport time, with nowhere to go for their sport and here he was questioning me, and not wanting to give us a lousy stinking soccer ball – because it might not come back. I explained to him that the kids were enrolled in the school and had every right to use the equipment mainstream kids take for granted.
Thats the stuff, alright. Shits me to the core. And I know that I will at any sort of discrimination like this, go off, no doubt – for the kids it’s worth the fight – rotten little shits that they can be. Doesn’t matter. I can say that, and often do to my workmates – but let someone discriminate, and mate – it’s on.
Thats the funny thing I reckon. And the very real and absolutely inclusive way that we work. eg. My workmate, the keeper of keys and I were taking the bus for a service. I said that one of the kids was saying that another kid had called him a nigger and spat on him. I was doubtful about the word, because the boy never says that stuff – but the spitting, yes, I was sure of. I said that this particular kid who said he’d been called that is extremely rude, a thug, and often pulled the “black card.”
The keeper of keys said. “Yes, you’d love to say, “Really, Johnny, it’s got nothing to do with you being black – you’re a just a c..t!”
We laughed all the way to the garage.
Now that’s inclusion for you.