Oliver. By Christopher de Vinck I grew up in the house where my brother was on his back in his bed for thirty-two years, in the same corner of his room, under the same window, beside the same yellow walls.
He was blind, mute. His legs were twisted. He didn't have the strength to lift his head or the intelligences to learn anything. An Awesome Book of Thanks! LPl5g. The Little Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. All grown-ups were children first.
(But few remember it). Grown-ups never understand anything by themselves, and it is exhausting for children to have to provide explanations over and over again. That's the way they are. You must not hold it against them.