I’m raising my daughter to question everyone, especially me.
You go, parent! I don’t have kids, but that’s the way I would raise them if I did. I tell my nephews (and the kids I work with) to please correct me if I’m wrong, because “even adults are wrong sometimes.” I make it a point that they know that nobody is perfect and nobody knows everything, but everybody can learn and grow from mistakes. Including grown ups.
Authority has always attempted to discourage me from calling a spade a spade. As a not-yet-diagnosed autistic girl in the 90s, trying to make sense of things that didn’t fit together got me into a lot of trouble. Asking logical questions led to being told “don’t talk back” or being called a “little smartass.” (Joke’s on them, I always took that term as a compliment. One time when my mom said it to me, I replied, “It’s better than being a dumbass.” Her response? “Go to your room.”)
You go, parent! I don’t have kids, but that’s the way I would raise them if I did. I tell my nephews (and the kids I work with) to please correct me if I’m wrong, because “even adults are wrong sometimes.” I make it a point that they know that nobody is perfect and nobody knows everything, but everybody can learn and grow from mistakes. Including grown ups.
Authority has always attempted to discourage me from calling a spade a spade. As a not-yet-diagnosed autistic girl in the 90s, trying to make sense of things that didn’t fit together got me into a lot of trouble. Asking logical questions led to being told “don’t talk back” or being called a “little smartass.” (Joke’s on them, I always took that term as a compliment. One time when my mom said it to me, I replied, “It’s better than being a dumbass.” Her response? “Go to your room.”)