"Do you have any siblings?"
That’s not the hard question. But it tells me that everything is about to be awkward with no way out.
"Yeah, I have a sister."
"Younger or older?"
"Oh she’s a younger, a year and a half."
"And what does she do? Is she still in school?"
That’s the hard one. It’s such an innocuous, light bit of conversation, and I get to drop the bomb that no, she has CP, she isn’t in school, isn’t working, and is low functioning/non verbal.
And it always kills the moment, and I can never find a way out.
Well, I met J’s dad, aunt, uncle and cousin this morning for breakfast. Outside of my least favorite question in the world… It was fun though.