dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Someone needs a brain transplant and it isn't the \"retarded\" kid I witnessed a strange and disturbing spectacle on a train this morning. I wasn't alone. A bus driver in uniform was on his way to his next job and there were a number of other passengers. None of us knew how to react. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Middle-aged mom boards with tall, powerful, twenty-something mentally handicapped son. Son has goofy sweet expression and is holding mom's hand. Mom and son sit side-by-side. Mom proceeds to force son's head down by wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling as hard as she can. At the same time she's slapping at his face with her other hand. When she got his head to bend she kissed his forehead. A decidedly creepy way to show affection, if it was affection, but ok I was willing to think she meant well. Son gurgles a giggle. Mom cracks up laughing, clearly amused with herself. She resumes the slap and tickle routine, riling him the point where he verbalizes his displeasure. Not in words, but you know... it was unmistakeable. Mom punches son. In anger.
[Passengers are squirming uncomfortably. I'm seriously thinking "emotional cock tease" at this point and wanting to ask this bitch if she wants to step outside.] Son pauses then spits a kiss at mom - only it's more like just sheer spit. Mom laughs and laughs. Wrassles son some more, tugging him back and forth. It was obvious she was really trying to get him worked up emotionally. Which he does to the point where he punches her. In the side of the arm. Hard. Mom gets mad and spits at son's face. Then punches son. Hard. Then gets up and moves to a single seat. Son gets very sad and looks longingly at mom who mouths "fuck off" at son. [Passengers are now glaring. I've removed my sunglasses and am staring daggers at this woman. She's either pretending to be, or is genuinely oblivious. I'm thinking she's not retarded, she's evil. The son's a little out of control and scary but he can't help it now, can he? He's a gigantic two year old who is obviously utterly dependent on this BITCH.] I wanted to go up to this woman and give her a piece of my mind but not only was I afraid of her, I was afraid of how her son might react. His attachment to this freak was obvious and understandable. He'd probably attack anyone he perceived as a threat. Between perverse manipulations and abuse she's probably got him well trained. If I read in the paper that this woman dies of a severe thrashing at her son's hands, I'll offer to testify in his defense. Not that he'll need one. 7:33 p.m. - 18 May 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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