about the company Customer with us Work with us Competence Contact Us Intranet Sign in The Fucking Relatives - Part 5 - Do you think I'm fat mom? She looks at me with her big brown eyes. Her mouth is full, slender at the waist and curvy like few. Right now she has Vaseline on her eyebrows because then they grow faster? ... - You are unique, special, you belong to the beautiful people. You have the warmest of hearts, you understand people before they understand themselves. Be proud of yourself. I'm proud of you. You passed the national exams in ninth grade, you can apply to high school, you are beautiful, you can go and you always fight. I see that she does not accept the words I say, because in her reality it is not true. - Mom, I think you should get a new husband. He at that dinner, he was a really good person, I felt that, how good he was. I stop, my interior is never private, never protected, because you see what is there. That time when we were bathing. You told loud and clear to everyone that me and a bathing man were in love with each other. I do not really know if my then husband appreciated your clairvoyance. Your ability to know another person's needs, intention and inner meaning without knowing what to do with the knowledge. In addition to helping when you think someone needs help. Now it's apparently me who will get help. - But he's married. She looks at me- desperate. - Oh mom, I'm so sorry for you. Such a shame. He would be great. In your mind, I and the forbidden, potential man will be a great sorrow. - I have no real friends, mom, just one. Your eyes are full of tears, you are crying and I can not protect you, the world out there is full of people doing actions, for their own gain, their own starting points and you are looking for goodness, black and white. - There is no black and white. It can not be done right. With a blank stare she looks through me. Like a very old man, she leaves the room, with collapsed shoulders and trailing gait. I also want the world to be good, I want to shout at her backboard. I grope too. You are from the difference, where nothing, sometimes is as it is expected to be, people shun the difference, they want control, experience what is expected. Well this is the fifth part about one of all the princes and princesses in the country different. Jag kör från jobbet mot dagiset. Min telefonsvarare upplyser mig om att mina pojkar blivit upphittade av en gammal dam då de återigen tagit bussen från dagis in till staden. Polisen har kört tillbaka dem till dagis. Sen följer ett antal meddelanden från dagispersonalen där de ursäktar sig, att pojkarna mår bra och ingen skada är skedd. Det sista meddelandet är från min äldsta son; Hej mamma. Vi rymde idag och sen fick vi åka polisbil. Vi syns sen mamma, förresten mormor var här på dagis när vi kom med polisbilen men hon har åkt hem nu. Mitt hjärta slår fortare och fortare. Dessa älskade ungar, förbaskade skitungar rent ut sagt. Får inte mormor en hjärtattack snart, så får nog jag det. När jag anländer till dagisets parkering så har jeansen precis torkat, jag luktar gammal svett och naglarna är svarta av dammet från hästarna och paddocken. Tjugo minuter kvar innan dagiset stänger, ganska nöjd med min insats att vara ute i god tid öppnar jag dörren. - Hej. Vilken tur att du kom nu, vi trodde nästan att du missat, det är ju Alexandras utvecklingssamtal idag. Jag tittar ner på mina leriga skor, funderar på om det mest skonsamma är att låta dem vara på och sätta på två blå skoskydd på båda, liksom, stänga in leran, innan lerkakorna torkar och ramlar av. - Ja, just det. Jag blev ju lite sen, hann inte byta om. De tittar på mig med en blick som säger, vi vet att du glömt, du är fyrtio minuter försenad, men ok vi låter det gå. - Hej mamma. Alexandra kommer körandes med en dubbelt så stor kille sittandes i lära gå vagnen. Han sätter fart med fötterna för att de ska komma framåt. Killen tittar på mig, pekar på Alexandra och ler. - Just det säger Alexandra, det är min mamma. Kan du säga hej, Alexandras mamma. Pojken säger: - Hej mamma. - Vi kommer snart säger dagisfröken, ska bara prata med mamma. I det lilla samtalsrummet är lampan tänd i fönstret, gardinerna är gula och vita. Dagisfröknarna sätter sig på varsin sida om mig. Den ena plockar fram ett papper med en massa kryss. Alla frågornas svarsalternativen är likadana; Adekvat för sin ålder Över sin ålders förväntade förmåga Under sin ålders förväntade förmåga Mycket under sin ålders förväntade förmåga Den ena dagisfröken pratar, den andra visar på pappret. Samtliga moment var under sin ålders förväntade förmåga eller mycket under sin ålders förväntade förmåga. Den ena dagisfröken klappar mig försiktigt på armen och tittar på mig med deltagande blick, den andra stirrar ner i pappret. Min dotter kan inte; gå på toaletten, tvätta händerna, äta med kniv och gaffel, rita en figur, klä på sig själv, klä av sig själv, klippa med sax, gå från punkt a till b, gräva i sandlådan, göra en kaka, de grovmotoriska testerna hade de helt enkelt dragit ett streck över. - Sen var det en annan sak som vi ville säga om Alexandra. Det som vi inte mäter eller kan mäta. Vi har flera barn här som kommer från svåra situationer, som inte kan ett ord svenska och som vi som personal har stora problem med. Den killen där, i vagnen som Alexandra körde, han har det varit jättestora problem med, han slog de andra barnen, kastade maten, skrek rakt ut och ingen kunde nå honom. Men Alexandra hon känner detta innan det händer, hon tar hand om honom och inte bara honom, utan andra barn också. Det är som hon förstår vad de tänker. Hon gör vår arbetsplats till ett solsken. Vi vet inte vad vi ska kalla det hon gör men vi är alla tacksamma för att hon är här. On the bench in the hall, my daughter is trying to put on her right shoe, the foot is limp, there is no resistance at all, it seems impossible. The big guy crawls forward, holds both the foot and the shoe, with joint forces they get the foot down in the shoe. She meets his gaze and caresses him across the cheek. He holds her hand for a short while. My daughter is a princess in the country differently and there she just met a prince. Author The fucking relatives Eva-Lotta Hellkvist Being a relative of someone with a disability means fighting for another person's right to a meaningful life. To fight for, nag, appeal to and cry for, it is everyday for a relative. Eva-Lotta Hellkvist is head of assignments at the Assistance Pool, and is herself a relative of a daughter with a disability. In 12 parts published here on the website during the year, she tells her own story. The Damn Relatives is a gripping story about a mother's struggle for her child, her princess. Articles by The Damn Relatives The Fucking Relatives - Part 1 Being a relative of someone with a disability means fighting for another person's right to a meaningful life. To fight for, nag, appeal to and cry for, it is everyday for a relative. Eva-Lotta Hellkvist is head of assignments at the Assistance Pool, and is herself a relative of a daughter with a disability. In 12 parts published here on the website during the year, she tells her own story. The Damn Relatives is a gripping story about a mother's struggle for her child, her princess. Read the whole article >> The Fucking Relatives - Part 2 Being a relative of someone with a disability means fighting for another person's right to a meaningful life. To fight for, nag, appeal to and cry for, it is everyday for a relative. Eva-Lotta Hellkvist is head of assignments at the Assistance Pool, and is herself a relative of a daughter with a disability. In 12 parts published here on the website during the year, she tells her own story. The Damn Relatives is a gripping story about a mother's struggle for her child, her princess. Read the whole article >> The Fucking Relatives - Part 3 Being a relative of someone with a disability means fighting for another person's right to a meaningful life. To fight for, nag, appeal to and cry for, it is everyday for a relative. Eva-Lotta Hellkvist is head of assignments at the Assistance Pool, and is herself a relative of a daughter with a disability. In 12 parts published here on the website during the year, she tells her own story. The Damn Relatives is a gripping story about a mother's struggle for her child, her princess. Read the whole article >> The Fucking Relatives - Part 4 Being a relative of someone with a disability means fighting for another person's right to a meaningful life. To fight for, nag, appeal to and cry for, it is everyday for a relative. Eva-Lotta Hellkvist is head of assignments at the Assistance Pool, and is herself a relative of a daughter with a disability. In 12 parts published here on the website during the year, she tells her own story. The Damn Relatives is a gripping story about a mother's struggle for her child, her princess. Read the whole article >> The Fucking Relatives - Part 6 Being a relative of someone with a disability means fighting for another person's right to a meaningful life. To fight for, nag, appeal to and cry for, it is everyday for a relative. Eva-Lotta Hellkvist is head of assignments at the Assistance Pool, and is herself a relative of a daughter with a disability. In 12 parts published here on the website during the year, she tells her own story. The Damn Relatives is a gripping story about a mother's struggle for her child, her princess. 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