You can the teachers really cared about them kids ,were so patient and kind. They taught good skills and took them out on field trips to farms to learn all about the animals which they really enjoyed. I wonder if some of these children are still alive and had better lives because of these teachers on the enrichment programme.
My neighbor's son is 50 years old and was born with Downs. They were told to put him away, they refused. Fast forward to 2024: their son still lives at home and has accidents at home sometimes (I've seen the bedroom window wide open in below freezing temperatures), his speech is very difficult to understand, and does not understand past a 2nd grade education level - but he loves Halloween and hockey and his nieces and dogs, and he has held down a part time job at the local grocery store for 20+ years. In the event that he outlives his parents, his younger brothers and their families are prepared and ready to take him in.
The saddest thing of all is that these new mums had to put their babies in these facilities, and were encouraged to never even visit them, as it was thought to be too traumatic on them. When I started in 1976, we had just had the last babies admitted, and forced sterilization was coming to an end as well. The stories I could tell of my work and the heartache for these families. It is so hard for me to think about even now.
That’s what I was thinking while watching this. The trauma for the mothers and babies separated! The babies not having a secure attachment to anyone. 😢
@@SnailWhales the mums were told to change the babies first and last name, so they couldn’t be found. We had a family that found out about a sister after their mum died. Can you imagine keeping that a secret to your grave. Praise God, we’ve evolved since then.
I worked in a large facility that had 2300 clients when I started in 1976, then it fell to about 700, when I left in 2003. I’ve worked long enough to see almost all our Down’s Syndrome acquire early onset Alzheimer’s, which is the cruelest thing of all, to see them go down so quickly.
First, ALL children can learn. Those with deficits just learn at a slower pace. My entire life has been in service to those with developmental disabilities, including those with Down’s Syndrome, and later those with mental illness. I was always happiest in my work when I was working with the clients, and not in management. I retired early to get away from my state job, where meetings were something that “filled our days”, rather than making changes that would positively impact the lives of clients. I hated it, and I’m so glad God saved the worst for last. Man tie teacher who had a group of Down’s Syndrome pupils had it made. I hope she realized it.
These kids would be just a few years older than I am now if alive. Sure would love to know these patients stories ❤❤ For 10 years from 2009 to 2019 I taught at the elementary school and in special needs. Those days were the hardest job I’ve ever done. The parents had so little support back then. These teachers were angel’s truly ahead of their time. I hope I made an affect like these teachers must have and LOVE the station wagon
These kids would be just a few years older than I am now if alive. Sure would love to know these patients stories ❤❤ For 10 years from 2009 to 2019 I taught at the elementary school and in special needs. Those days were the hardest job I’ve ever done. The parents had so little support back then when this film was shot. These teachers were angel’s truly ahead of their time. I hope I made an affect like these teachers must have
State hospitals were used as dumping grounds for all kinds of individuals , luckily this children lookk vary well cared for in this Hospital And showed love and attention
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Cute little babies they are sweet. My sister is a violent schjizophrenic 40 years old was not a cute cuddly litte one but a mean child slamming other childrens fingers in doors laughing. She is still as double minded, violent and has to remain extrejnely sedated to avoid violence against others.
Right? I agree. I think the parents were convinced their children would get a better education at SSH. At the time, it was rare for children with Down Syndrome to have access to any education.
Times were so different back then. "Bad news" was generally frowned on, I know it sounds insane. The Spanish Flu outbreak and the Great Depression got people used to losing children for horrible formerly unforgivable reasons. During the Great Famine in Europe cannibalism did happen. Desperate times sometimes causes horrible decisions to have to be made.
The parents were pressured into giving the baby up, because they didn’t believe that any parent could benefit the baby and the stress tore families apart. Families lacked the resources to insure what ever therapies were available, not many at all. Advocates has made huge changes, kids today are thriving, actors, gymnasts, working in jobs that do not demean them.
"jobs that do not demean them", honest work, at ANY level, DOES NOT DEMEAN anyone. Any actors with Downs are an infinitesimal minority. I clean my own toilets, take out my own garbage and I have a college degree. I don't consider it demeaning. Today, most Downs or any severely handicapped fetus is aborted; this is simply fact. I have sympathy for the poor families who simply cannot mentally, physically or financially endure the burden of these children and they are a burden, please don't soft-soap reality. @@Allergictocatstoo
sn't it rich? Are we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, You in mid-air, Where are the clowns? Isn't it bliss? Don't you approve? One who keeps tearing around, One who can't move, Where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns? Just when I'd stopped opening doors, Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines No one is there Don't you love farce? My fault, I fear I thought that you'd want what I want Sorry, my dear! But where are the clowns Send in the clowns Don't bother, they're here Isn't it rich? Isn't it queer? Losing my timing this late in my career But where are the clowns? There ought to be clowns Well, maybe next year
That is so awsome teaching these kids how to talk and do things. I have worked with kids and adult with disabilities and it's so important for them to learn and whays more important that the parents teach as well and not treat them like babies. Many parents feel sorry foe their child and don't teach them instead they do for them. Many are capable to do things for themselves
Yes, she looks for me-good. Let her look for me to tell me why she left me- As I always knew she would. I had thought she understood. They have never understood, And no reason that they should. But if anybody could... Finishing the hat, How you have to finish the hat. How you watch the rest of the world From a window While you finish the hat. Mapping out a sky. What you feel like, planning a sky. What you feel when voices that come Through the window Go Until they distance and die, Until there's nothing but sky And how you're always turning back too late From the grass or the stick Or the dog or the light, How the kind of woman willing to wait's Not the kind that you want to find waiting To return you to the night, Dizzy from the height, Coming from the hat, Studying the hat, Entering the world of the hat, Reaching through the world of the hat Like a window, Back to this one from that. Studying a face, Stepping back to look at a face Leaves a little space in the way like a window, But to see- It's the only way to see. And when the woman that you wanted goes, You can say to yourself, "Well, I give what I give." But the women who won't wait for you knows That, however you live, There's a part of you always standing by, Mapping out the sky, Finishing a hat... Starting on a hat.. Finishing a hat... Look, I made a hat... Where there never was a hat
Sorry about that, you're right. It's clipping a bit in the high frequencies. This is the problem with being the singer and the videographer in the same gig :)
I saw Kismet in 1975. Kismet has several very pretty songs that I love, but this is by far my favorite from the musical. It is just so fun and clever. My little brother and I to this day are known to use the phrase Was I Wazir whenever we pull off a move of evil genius.
