What
Not to Say to a Short Person
By
Sr. Hope Therese
Sometimes
I wonder on what planet people learned proper etiquette. For those extra-terrestrials among us, here
are some things not to say to someone who is vertically challenged. Believe it or not, I have gotten all of these
comments addressed to me at some point; in most cases more than once.
“Why
are you so short?” I have a genetic
condition called Turner Syndrome, but I really don’t want to tell that to
someone I just met. There are many
people my size and shorter who have no medical diagnosis whatsoever. They just are the way they are. Why do you have blonde hair and blue
eyes? God made you that way just like he
made me short. There is no other reason,
so please don’t waste my time and yours by asking this question.
“How
tall are you?” You can see how tall I am
with your own eyes. Do you really need
an exact number? I am 4’8 and ¾ inches
tall. Don’t forget the ¾ because it’s
very important. By the way, how tall are
you? If you wouldn’t ask someone of
average height, then don’t ask a short person. I am not ashamed of my
height. I fact I am quite proud of
it. I will probably even share it with
you without you asking - if I get to know you and I feel comfortable.
“How
old are you?” I thought age fell into
the category of things you never ask a lady.
This still applies even if the lady apparently does not look her
age. I am 27 years old. How old are you? If you don’t feel comfortable sharing then
maybe I don’t either. Actually this
question is appropriate in a getting to know you context with someone I will
have an extended relationship with. If
we just met, or if you’re just asking because you think I look young for my age
and you’re curious, it is inappropriate.
Believe me, I can tell why you are asking.
“Will
you ever grow anymore?” No I will
not. I am unaware of any rare condition
that allows people to grow when they are already adults. If it exists I do not have it. I am okay with that and I hope that you can
be too.
“Do
you know what you need to do? You need to grow.” No I do not. I am exactly what God intended
me to be according to his purpose. I am
perfect the way God made me and I have no problem with the way I am. So why would I want to change?
“You
look like a baby/little kid. Did you
know that?” I see myself every day in
the mirror. I know very well what I look
like. I am aware I have childlike
qualities, but I am an adult with an adult’s feelings. Most adults do not like being told that they
look like something they are not, even if it is true. Is height really all you see when you look at
me? It would be very nice if you would
try to notice some of my more mature qualities.
I do have them you know. Please
treat me like the adult I am and take me seriously.
“Could
you tell us how old you are? We’re
taking bets.” I must admit that I find
this as hilarious as I find it rude.
First of all, my age is none of your business. The only reason you could possibly have for
taking a bet on me without my consent is sheer greed. I find this situation even more hilarious
when nobody wins because no one guesses my age correctly. Just remember the next time you take bets on
me that I want part of the cut. You know
I’m just kidding!
“Your
parents must not have given you proper nutrition when you were growing
up.” Excuse me. I resent the implication that my parents took
less than stellar care of me. We were
never what you would call rich in the material sense, but my sister and I never
wanted for anything, especially nutritious food.
“Have
you ever considered having that operation where they break your legs?” When I was younger and it was an option I
actually did consider it. The doctors
advised my mother and me against it because of repercussions it could have in
the future. At this time I don’t relish
the idea of having my legs broken and I am happy and fully functional the way I
am. I did have daily growth hormone
injections from the age of seven to the age of fourteen. That was enough medical treatment for me.
“Did
you drink a lot of coffee growing up?”
As a matter of fact I can’t stand the taste of coffee and I never drink
it. I rarely drink any other caffeinated
beverage either. The story that coffee
or caffeine stunts your growth is a complete myth. If you do like it, enjoy it without worrying
that you will stunt your growth.
“Have
one of our children’s menus.” This is an
understandable mistake. Please, waiters
and waitresses, be aware that there are
short people out there that are not children.
It is always better to ask than to assume.
Most
of the previous comments I received before entering the convent, but here is my
new favorite that I have gotten twice already:
“Are you old enough to be a sister?” Please allow me to introduce you to my friend
Captain Obvious. If I was too young to
be a sister I would not have been accepted into an Order and I would not be
wearing a habit. To the person who tried
to redeem himself by saying he wasn’t sure if I was dressing up. Just let it go. Don’t make yourself appear ruder than you
already are.
“You
can’t do that that heavy task. Do this
lighter task instead.” Please let me
tell you a little about myself. I grew
up on a dairy farm where I lifted heavy feed bags, water buckets, and hay
bales. I have helped pull calves out of
mother cows giving birth. I went to
college for three years where I learned about adaptations and proper body
mechanics as an occupational therapist assistant student. I worked as an occupational therapist
assistant for six months before I entered the convent and I frequently
transported and transferred patients much larger than myself. I am not weak. I have never been hurt doing anything most
people would consider laborious. I
understand and even appreciate your concern.
Please ask me if you think I can’t do something. Most likely I will want to at least try to do
it. If I can’t do it I will try again or
ask for help if I need it. I have lived
in this body for 27 years and I know what it can do. Please trust me. I know it is hard, but try not to judge by
appearances.
Sometimes
people are joking, curious, ignorant, or just plain mean. I have had enough experience with all of
these to tell the difference. If you are
joking that is wonderful. I have a good
sense of humor and I love it when people joke with me. I know as well as anybody that it is
important to laugh at yourself every once in a while. I want you feel comfortable with me. I know that sometimes even well intended
jokes can go too far sometimes. Just
remember if I’m not laughing it’s not funny.
If you are curious, that is okay.
It is in human nature to be curious and without curiosity we would never
learn anything. Just don’t sacrifice
proper etiquette in order to satisfy your curiosity. If you are ignorant, try to remember there
are people in the world different than you.
Everyone has something that makes them different. Some differences are more obvious than
others.
People
come in all shapes, sizes, and colors, but we are all brothers and sisters in
Christ and we should treat each other as such.
If you get to know someone who seems different you may find you have
more in common with them that you realize.
If you are just plain mean, I pity you because in some ways you are even
smaller than I am. If you try to bring
me down in order to make yourself feel better then you must be very
unhappy. I know that the problem lies
not with me, but within you and the best thing I can do is to pray for
you.
At
this point in my life when someone tries to insult me I feel worse for the
person who tried to insult me than I do for myself. Not everyone has been shown the love that I
have in my life. If I try to remember
that, it helps me to stop judging and start loving.
So
the bottom line is to try not to treat someone differently just because they
look different. We are all unique,
special, and beautiful in our own way, but in many ways we are all the
same. Let us see the beauty in our
differences because the world would be boring if we were all the same. Let our similarities unite us because Lord
intended for us to live in unity
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