One of the regular correspondents on my wife's Facebook page is the mother of a special needs adolescent. Recently she posted a photo of him lying on a changing pad on the floor in what she described as a filthy public restroom. She was furious at that facility, and with good reason. With everyone else here, I have been forced to change occasionally in such places. Our local county fair job johnnies come to mind. What did impress me was her anger. The parents of special needs kids are bull dogs. They are organized, vocal, effective lobbyists on behalf of their kids, and they do not give up. They are an invaluable asset for us in our efforts to bring incontinence out of the closet, and to secure the ready availability of clean, intelligently laid out handicapped accessible restrooms. I'd better step down from my soap box before it breaks.
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