Mr. Papanikolaou, we are sorry, we do not accept "these children" in our school.
Mr. Papanikolaou, you should remove your daughter from the volleyball team, she will not make a career.
Dimitris, they mocked her on TikTok, calling her autistic.
Dimitris, she came home again silent and upset.
Dimitris, the other children went out and told her they wouldn't go out so they wouldn't have to take her with them. Don't let her find out they lied to her.
One night my phone lit up with a notification. The time was 11:11, a number my wife and I saw almost every day, on the phone, on receipts, on signs, on car license plates, etc., ever since Aria's diagnosis.
This time I would pay more attention to them. What are you trying to tell me, appearing in front of me all the time? I took a screenshot. I focused on the numbers on the screen. If you removed one, the total changed, each number was unique. Then I zoomed in. All the numbers were equal. In height, in width. "All unique, all equal. All unique, all equal!" I exclaimed.
I gain nothing more from complaints and individual battles, I shrink. I will win by creating and spreading light. I will activate the good people who are greater in number, and the "bad" ones will back down. But I still have one serious problem to solve. My wife won't let us speak publicly about our child because she is afraid she will be stigmatized. That's okay, I have all the tools from sports and I know how good teams and their leaders work. I will take responsibility, I will put myself forward and speak about myself.
THERE ARE NO PROBLEMS, ONLY SOLUTIONS.
