I had a call from one of my friends this week and she allowed me to share it with you:
Well, it happened again. Mr D was outside playing with a couple of kids and before you know it he was off at a dead run down the middle of the road. I end up chasing him down the street or intervening in some other totally inappropriate behavior at least 3 times every day...
Sounds like a lot of work....
Oh, it's a lot of work all right. But that's not what I hate about it. Running and intervening I can do. What kills me--and I talk with my husband about this all the time--is the response of the people in our neighborhood--or at the store or anywhere. The looks and the judgment--this is the hardest thing I have ever done.
People are rough?
Well, not outright rough, but I can feel that everyone has some opinion. Whether they're thankful they aren't me, or thinking I should just let him run, or thinking I should just keep him in the house. They don't understand because they don't have a relationship with him or me. His behavior doesn't help. They don't get to know him, he is just scary to them.
Even the kids. I know when they hear the "R"word it's Mr D's face they see. They don't know him. They don't see how much he has developed over time. No one knows what he gains from being out in the neighborhood. And homeschooling keeps him separate too.
What does he gain?
I have a choice with Mr D: building his own little world away from everyone or teach him to live in the world. But I can't teach him ABOUT the world--I have to teach him in it. And I can't just teach him compliance--he needs to make good choices not just be controlled. He is learning 'always' and 'never' and practicing choices and what is expected...
He is still a child, still developing. And we are alone working for his progress. Believing in it.
What they don't know, what no one knows is that after 500 or 5000 or 30,008 repetitions he will learn. He does learn. He will stop running in traffic, entering homes, being inappropriate. He will grow into better interactions. No one sees his potential. He reads at grade level, he does math in his head--no one knows that. They see his behavior and see only limitations without hope--that he will never change.
If I could send him to school without restraint and without seclusion he would go back tomorrow. But I can't and what would he learn from that? My husband and I can't sign off on that. Our income is affected--our life has a very different focus, but that's the way it is.
No one can see potential through his behavior. no one can envision a life of independence--adventure--worth.... They see where he is now. They think it is too difficult to build something better--with what we have. They want compliance before they will invest in him. They have a vision of compliance with maybe some life-skills thrown in.
They see his behavior as a barrier--I see it as motivation. I take it on because no one else can. Or will.
He is not "other" and our family is not "less" just different. And everyone's low expectations and expressions of non-faith weigh me down. Everyone judges.
What would help?
Optimism. Expressions of expectation--looking for success. Recognizing success. Questions--asking me what I think Mr D is learning. Acceptance.
I notice that when many people talk about the personhood and rights of people with disabilities they seem to almost exempt those with behavioral issues. I think people have a hard time thinking new ways about these issues. I think my friend and her family exemplify these beliefs. Though it is not easy and goes against the tide in so many ways, they do not let go of their belief in their son.
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