The strangest and saddest thing I ever saw related to this topic is someone I knew who had two daughters, aged 12 and 15. Mum thought the 12-year old was God’s gift to equestrianism. She’d bought the SUV and trailer, she carted the kid off to shows, clinics, annoyed everyone in Pony Club by being ‘that’ over-the-top Horse Show Mum, and took the view that if anything went wrong, it was the fault of the pony, the trainer, the judge, the ex-husband, the older sister, the weather, whatever. The daughter was actually a nice kid, but as she got older, you could see her becoming more like her mother. She was a decent rider, an average rider for her age, but she wasn’t about to make the British Team anytime soon.
Now the 15-year old was a slightly socially awkward kid, who had some behavioural issues, no doubt, and was definitely on the Autism spectrum somewhere but would be very high functioning and fine were it not for her mother. Mum was convinced there was something terribly wrong with this kid. She had her on SSRIs, Ritalin, the works. She would go ‘doctor shopping’ to get the diagnosis and prescription she wanted. She would tell everyone that the kid was “very disabled” and “very troubled” and would do so in front of both daughters. I was talking to the girl once about what she wanted to do after high school, and she said she fancied being a vet tech, but how she couldn’t, “Because I’m disabled.” This was a kid who would probably be a good vet tech, or vet even, or a good researcher in animal behaviour (academia is full of socially awkward people), but her mum had her convinced that she was too disabled to do anything other than menial jobs and live at home forever.
It’s true she had emotional issues and acted out sometimes, but if your mother constantly told you that you were too damaged to be useful, while treating your sister like the next Beezie Madden, you would too.
I suppose the ‘Special Snowflake’ here is Mum, who thought she had the most talented kid in the world and the most disabled. She used to whinge about how difficult it was to foster the younger kid’s amazing talent because she had to take care of the older one. I felt sorry for both those lassies.