Kaelynn wrote:
I only see my dad about 4 times a year and each time is never any different from the last. We start talking about my education and futrue job and we get into a fight. He said I should work at target because "they hire special people." He jokes about me being ret*d. He tells me I shouldn't be able to drive a car because I have the mentallity of an 8 year old rather then someone who is 15. He says hes giving up on my education and hes not going to help at all (I have a ton of learning disabilites). He talks to me like I am 2 and he mocks what I say in a ret*d sounding voice. He wants me to change my obession from service dogs to computers.
I am not retared. How many 15 years do you know can train an animal to behave in an acceptable manner among the general public? Or that can tell you most every thing about service dog laws? I am not ret*d, people with any type of autism are not ret*d, they are just different. How do I make him shut up and stop telling me crap like that?
Sounds exactly like my old man except I had to live with it
every day. I could go on and on but I'm sure you get the picture.
Eventually I simply proved him wrong. I'm not as successful as he would have liked but a helluva lot more successful than he said I'd be (at least for the time being).
Peruse a career in service/working dogs if that's that your passion is. You might not get rich but if you can make a living, be relatively happy, and do something you love then you've won.
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