Fear of Retards

[Phil]

My son and I were having an irreverent conversation. We both feel very
uncomfortable when confronted by disabled people.
Is there a word to describe this? Shouldn't there be? Is retardophobia a
word?
Can we claim to be the originators of this word? Given that most normal
people suffer from it, it should at least exist.

Thanks for your help.
Phil.

[Tincup]

You should fear yourself.

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[Paul Fisher]

The easiest way of dealing with the problem is to learn a lot more about
retards. Maybe even get in contact with one. The more information you have
about a subject - the less it's feared. :o)

Good luck!

-Paul

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[Doug]

benjam...@gmx.net (Benjamin Ross) wrote in message news:<90Mwz...@benjamin.ross>...
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So you have a fear of "retards" eh? Nice choice of words.

First of all, most normal people do not suffer an irrational fear of
disable people. Where are you from?

What are you afraid of? Do you think it'll rub off on you? Sure,
feeling uncomfortable because you're in an unfamiliar situation seems
normal, but actually being afraid of someone because they have a
disability is confounding.

Maybe you suffer from Atelophobia- Fear of imperfection?

My brother is disabled and I find your use of the word "retard" quite
distasteful. Do you call African-Americans N*g**rs?

Put the Budweiser down and try to learn about people before you judge
them.

Doug

[yyz]

I googled "tardophobia" and got a bunch of hits about fear of being late. I added "re" to the beginning, and BAM! RETARDOPHOBIA. Should be a word. Sorry, but the Spartans had the right idea.

[levidel...@gmail.com]

So my fear, the whole reason I’m on this site, is of ‘retards.’ And that word might offend you, but it’s my lack of knowledge on the subject and ignorance to the whole thing that causes me to use it. And it works, people know what I’m talking about when I use that term, it’s simply an effective way to communicate. But anyways no, it’s not that it’ll rub off on me, my fear is the total disconnect from all social, behavioral, and moral norms. Prime example, “Of mice and Men” when the big guy kills the girl and doesn’t feel bad or remorse or that he did wrong. He knows he did wrong ONLY because he’s been told his whole life that it’s wrong to kill innocent, not because of his human nature. I have nightmares, fucking nightmares, of people I knew either in highschool, prior to, or after high school going into an human state either of rage, or just complete insanity and not being able to be reasoned with or talked down and it usually comes to me trying to reason but ultimately fighting for my life or others and killing them. I’ve seen a few meltdowns from a few different people with different disorders, some severe, some not bad at all, and they have all stuck with me. It’s like 4:30am and I’m writing this because I just had this happen. My dreams are always hyper realistic and easily remembered so they all stay with me and some even continue on from the last time I had them even if they’re years apart. I can remember things like the color of the houses, the number of stripes on a shirt, the style of cups on a table, the floor plans, and obviously all the larger details as well. So they’re rough to have. Especially when I come through in a dream and I’m like oh fuck I know this house, and it’s part two, or even a reoccurring nightmare I’ve had since kindergarten I’ve had that dream and played through it or added on to it more times than I can count. But anyways, when they get into a rage, the “retard strength,” the inability to listen to reason, use a moral compass, or even be handled by their handler. That’s what gets to me. Because I have to kill them. It’s not like it’s ever a quick death, last night I used a sledge hammer and hit the teenage guy, about 6’ 5” 250lbs 17 times in the knees with a sledge to stop him after he came back harassing my two closest girl friends and I. Over and over he came back he was moving his bed and they were being polite and walking on egg shells saying how they weren’t comfortable and they didn’t want him and he needed to go back to his trailer with his dad. Well his dad was all supportive of him and thought we were inconsiderate and asses and we couldn’t leave because our 4th friend left us and I only had a motorcycle and couldn’t leave the two girls with him alone. They didn’t know him. Well he wouldn’t listen and he wouldn’t stop, eventually after he came back to deal with me from physically blocking him out of our room with an acoustic guitar, I knocked it out of his hand and he grabbed a hammer. Well I managed to parry it and also a pick axe because he’s big and slow. But wouldn’t stop moving the whole time I was dealing with this, almost to their room with another tool, a spade headed shovel to get revenge on the girls, I grabbed a sledge and bashed his knees, over and over he wouldn’t stop moving towards them no matter what. Crippled and broken he ran screaming away, and tripped, I finished it. I had to break into a car in the neighboring trailer park maze and get us home. His wails echoed in my fucking head and even awake still writing this I can hear them. I was enlisted in the Marine Corps, I have no problem with the idea of humans dying by my hand, if they are the enemy, or not innocents. Well more accurately, not American innocents. Wars a fucked up place, I’m glad I never actually got to go but also not glad at the same time. Different subject though. But when you’re killing them in your dreams because they’re stronger, won’t ever stop, they’re screaming the same thing over and over, and they’re just, legit pure insanity running through their head. It puts me way way off. I don’t have the words to describe it. That is my explanation of my irrational fear of ‘Retards.’