Please, let me clarify, this post was meant to be a half-hearted humor piece, written with regard to my pre-teen experiences with family. The culture within my family and of my country upbringing may seem harsh, but I can assure you my cousins and brother would laugh at the thought that they were “abused”. These experiences are light-years away from how I would conduct myself as a 23-year-old adult within a professional setting with a special needs population. I enjoyed babysitting (if you read carefully, I never said that I did not), still do, and have education regarding working with autistic children. Yes, I lack the experience - thus why I am interested in volunteering. As an undergrad preparing for post-bach SLP courses and, hopefully, a master’s program, it’s something I am definitely inspired to do.
I understand this is a sensitive topic, and apologize for any offense or worry. It was not at all intended.
