My Dad thought I was Slow and Lazy


My Dad Thought He Knew Me, He Thought I Was Lazy and Slow, but He Didn’t Know Me at All

I hate it when people accuse me of laziness

I was a kid, I wasn’t in high school. my family was living on an Air Force Base in Japan. The base had an area set aside so people could plant vegetables. Me and the rest of the family were working in the garden one day.

My dad wanted me to rake the plot a certain way. He tried to teach me in his usual overbearing and authoritarian way. In no time at all he had me frustrated and confused. My dad’s default was to assume his kids were being lazy or passive-aggressive.

As usual, it ended badly, and it bothered both of us for years

Dad ended up angry, he upset me because he thought I was dogging it. I ended up being so pissed off that I threw the rake down and went to sit in the car until it was time to go home. I had a job later when I was in high school washing dishes in the NCO Club.

I had a reputation of being a hard worker. As an adult, I had trouble keeping jobs. A lot of supervisors are like my dad. I wonder how many “ Slow” people are not working or working below their potential.

Some break out of the box, but I never could

They aren’t working the jobs they be should working, or reaching their full potential. Family and co-workers have pigeon-holed them. If they don’t get out of the box they will be like I was. I was unhappy most of my working life.

It’s hard when you have Learning disabilities. It’s harder when your family doesn’t know or understand your strengths and weaknesses. Me and my dad could never work together on anything.

By default, he assumed his kids didn’t know anything. I had it worse because I was Dyslexic. I was able to get a job washing dishes when I was in High School. It’s funny, none of my co-workers or Supervisors thought I was slow.

The jobs where I was given a chance were few and far between

Everyone I worked with liked and respected me because I worked hard and got along with everyone. As an adult, I lost jobs because I couldn’t learn them fast enough and they weren’t the right jobs for me.

My dad didn’t know me or what I was about as well as the people I worked with did. There’s so much I missed because of that. A lot of boys grow up with their heads under the hood of a car with their dads. My dad and I couldn’t do that. we would have killed each other.

How many good employees are on Government assistance because they can’t keep a job?

I had supervisors and co-workers who got me. They figured out how to teach me and they gave me time to learn and grow into the job. For most of my working life, the opposite was true. The people that gave me a chance didn’t regret it.

The people who didn’t give me a chance lost out on the best worker they could have had. I said it before and I say it again. I don’t miss working for other people at all. It was stressful most of the time.

I don’t resent the people that didn’t give me a chance. I’m disappointed that my dad is the one person who should have known better. Wasn’t patient and understanding enough to teach me what I needed to learn.

Final Thought:

People have an annoying tendency to pigeonhole people and put them in boxes. It’s maddening that family, the people who should know better are the most guilty of this. Pay attention to your child’s actions.

Don’t filter those actions through a dirty lens. Your child isn’t lazy or stupid at all. Give him a chance.

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More fun at work.


It was a pretty cool week at work.The Bus terminal has a problem with people wanting to hang around and make the place a Home.Security does what it can to get rid of these people.Thursday one of these Guys,Stumbled onto the property,I watched him fall down several times as he crossed the street and went into the public Men’s room.He was in the Men’s room stall approx. 20 minutes,while he chugged a pint of vodka.He came out of the restroom and past out on the platform.I called the Clearwater Police and had him trespassed.Toward the end of the shift,He came back, called 911,hung up,then headed toward the Police station.
A few months ago, I trespassed this Guy, he was very drunk ,Belligerent and obnoxious. Last night, he was on site waiting for a bus. I called Police and had him arrested. All in all,it was a satisfying week.

 

Another Drunk Tale.


This Guy was very drunk.He was with his very drunk friends.His friends said they would look after him,they lied.They went off and left him on a bench.The drunk Asshole then proceeds to loudly curse at me,because I would not let him on a Bus.I called the Cops,He was taken into custody under The Marchman Act,And tresspassed as well.

 

Some days,my job sucks worse than other days.


I had to throw someone off the property yesterday. Loitering is not allowed on the property.Her Boyfriend threw her out on the street with her dog,a Rottweiler.She had no place to go,Shelters would not let her have the dog.I did my job, I just feel like a rat for doing it.I just wish I knew of a shelter that would have taken her and the dog.

Weirdness at work.


I work as a Security Guard, as you can imagine this is usually an un-demanding job,it does have its moments though.I work several sites,but my primary post are two Bus stations.This afternoon, a guy in a dress,women’s platform shoes and a wig,passed out on a bench.I tried to wake the guy/gal up, to no avail. Drunk/stoned people are not allowed to crash on the benches.I called the St.Petersburg Police department, I described the guy, including the color of his dress.The Dispatcher had to confirm what I said.I new he was a guy because his wig came off. An ambulance was dispatched because I said he was passed out, he refused treatment.He acted like an ass in front of the cop, very belligerent and obnoxious. I had him trespassed, the Cop arrested him.If he would have just been nice, he could have walked away.