My mother gave birth to an intellectually challenged son. My brother Darryl was born with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, which cut off oxygen to his brain and caused massive damage. This was in the 1950s so no one really noticed. At least, not until he was five years old. Mum had been struggling as Darryl hadn’t developed mentally at all. She was rightly concerned and took him to her local GP.
The guy clearly had no bedside manner or empathy of any kind because he examined Darryl, then turned to my mother and said, “This kid will never be any use to you.” Good one, Doc. Way to break the news gently.
My brother spent therecognising them and nor did he manage to interact in any way.
