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I have a younger brother who was born disabled. Kids in his class were basically forced to attend his parties, and believe me, it was obvious in the way they acted while they were there. It sucked.

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Actually no sweetie, try some reading comprehension next time. What I said was my parents didn’t force playdates or make me pretend to be friends with people, because they respected me enough to let me decide on what people I liked or disliked. I didn’t like the children of their best friends who were my age, and they…

All the damn time (its never enjoyable, don’t bullshit), but on the subject of parties like this, I know why parties with those kind of motivations tend to backfire. I have a younger brother who was born disabled. Kids in his class were basically forced to attend his parties, and believe me, it was obvious in the way…

“You have seemed to get upset rather too easy. “

Well at least your parents raised a cute little drama queen with a penchant for making shit up. Sorry to say.

No dear, kindness is kindness, pity is pity.

Life taught me to be a realist, dear. Unfortunately, I’m speaking from experience. My younger brother was born disabled, and parents of kids in his class tended to force their kids to go to his parties. The kids didn’t want to be there, and believe me you could easily pick up on it. My brother picked up on it soon…

Unfortunately, I’m speaking from experience. My younger brother was born disabled, and parents of kids in his class tended to force their kids to go to his parties. The kids didn’t want to be there, and believe me you could easily pick up on it. My brother picked up on it soon enough, and to say the least it didn’t do…

I’m talking from experience, unfortunately. I have a younger brother who was born with disabilities. He had parties where classmates were forced to attend, and you better believe kids forced to be somewhere they don’t want to be show it. Even my brother picked up on it and it didn’t do good for him.

That’s adorable, you pretending you know me or who I hang out with. Desperate much?

Its called realism, honey. Empathy is empathy, pity is pity. And that’s what parents making their kids go to the party based on the kid’s medical condition alone would be. I’m talking from experience. I have a younger brother who was born with disabilities. He had parties where classmates were forced to attend, and…

Empathy is empathy, pity is pity. And that’s what parents making their kids go to the party based on the kid’s medical condition alone would be. I’m talking from experience. I have a younger brother who was born with disabilities. He had parties where classmates were forced to attend, and you better believe kids…

No dear, empathy is empathy, pity is pity. And that’s what parents making their kids go to the party based on the kid’s medical condition alone would be. I’m talking from experience. I have a younger brother who was born with disabilities. He had parties where classmates were forced to attend, and you better believe…

Nope, just a realist. I’m talking from experience. I have a younger brother who was born with disabilities. He had parties where classmates were forced to attend, and you better believe kids forced to be somewhere they don’t want to be show it. Even my brother picked up on it and it didn’t do good for him.

You know what’s funny? People like you making nutso assumptions about what “respect” means. Sweetie, what I meant by respect was they let me choose friends rather than force me on playdates, let me decide if I wanted to kiss/hug someone rather than force it on me, make my own mind up on religion and politics, and if…

Pity =/= manners, honey.

Hallelujah no, crotchfruit disgust me. What I do have is a disabled younger brother, who had parties where classmates were forced to attend, and you better believe kids forced to be somewhere they don’t want to be show it.