Archive for February, 2010

Hand in Hand Helping Parents Manage the Impact of Disability -By Gayle Slate

Wednesday, February 24th, 2010

Raising a child with disabilities can be one of the most awesome tasks and heart wrenching experiences a parent must endure. It requires, at times, a superhuman strength to meet the terrifying situations that one encounters when a child is struggling to survive. The first moment of discovery or recognition of trauma thrusts parents into a mode of shock, panic and rage accompanied with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness confronting them. Their future feels bleak and weighs heavily on them as their child’s disability looms larger than life. Feelings of grief and guilt over their “lost dream”,  envelops them. A pervasive fear of the unknown rattles the parent’s equilibrium. This can create depressing fantasies of the future that undermine family cohesion.

The onslaught of disability brings parents face to face with the harsh reality of the health care system and all of its accompanying confusion. They are confronted with strange sounding diagnoses, syndromes and acronyms that soon become part of a newly acquired language. These parents, unlike other new parents, are thrust into a larger world of immediate and serious challenges. A condition of their role is the requirement of an inordinate amount of time spent searching for treatment, cures and services for their children.

Looking at the family as a whole, these families, like other families, have to deal with acute and chronic stresses of everyday life. They also face aging parents, teenage rebellion, problems at work, and sibling rivalry. But they have extraordinary additional stresses. They are confronted with appointments with physicians and therapists. They become participants in special programs. They must deal with medicines and specialized equipment. These added stresses demand that parents of a child with disabilities perform in a Herculean manner. Rather than deal with the primary emotional effects created by their circumstances, many parents of disabled children often tend to focus on “fixing” their disabled child’s problems. The more guilt and responsibility they feel and the more “narcissistically wounded” their egos, the more determined they become to right a “wrong” situation. Sometimes parents become polarized and develop an either/ or approach to making choices. They either ignore their own needs in service to the child’s disabilities or else they shut down completely.

In either case, parents feel so overwhelmed by the experience that they cannot manage their lives realistically. The daily stressors begin to build until the entire family’s mental heath begins to erode.

Unfortunately, many new parents of a child with a disability fail to realize that the situation does not warrant that one family member’s needs, however critical, be met continuously while all others’ needs fall by the wayside. In other words, the mother can’t do it all. A balance must be struck between all family members. Despite demands on their own lives, parents must see themselves equally as valuable as their children, regardless of disability. They cannot, nor should they be expected to be omnipotent and totally self-sacrificing. Such expectations all too often lead to parent burnout, failed marriages, sibling problems and even suicide.

To avoid these problems, parents of children with disabilities must be closely supported from the outset to help them deal first with their sense of loss, and then to build enough internal strength to make appropriate decisions regarding all their children and their total family life.

-Next Wednesday’s blog will discuss the relationship between professionals and parents of children with disabilities

Holocaust Poem by Sammy Slate

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

I thought this poem written by my 14 year old granddaughter Sammy was so moving, that I wanted to share it with all of you. She wrote this for her Language Arts class in middle school. I think it was quite amazing considering she had never experienced the Holocaust-Thank Heavens!

Why?

Sometimes, when I think of the Holocaust,

I think of…

pain, suffering, and tears.

Emotions race through my body,

sadness wins.

Fear comes in second.

What if this tragedy were to happen again?

I would disappear in thin air.

In Anne Frank’s diary,

she explains how she was kept in hiding.

Just imagine the next minute,

you would be caught

and taken to a Concentration Camp.

The suspense builds more and

more

on you each day.

You would feel trapped.

There would be no sun on your skin.

Jews didn’t deserve that.

Hitler was stupid,

S-T-U-P-I-D!

How could so much hatred,

be targeted on one group of people?

Are you aware that the Armed Services have many families with children with special needs?

Wednesday, February 10th, 2010

The general public doesn’t often think about families who have children with special needs in the Armed Services. Rather we think about hearty young men and women volunteering to enter the Army, Navy, Air Force, National Guard and Marines. We feel proud of them as they put their lives on the line, but seldom do we consider that they may have serious additional problems like children with disabilities.

In actuality, hundreds, probably thousands of families in the services have children with special needs and disabilities, and are often confronted with huge obstacles. There are single parents, as a result of divorce or injury or loss of life, having to deal single handedly with these obstacles. Many parents of these children are deployed with only one parent or a grandparent trying to deal with overwhelming circumstances. Even though the armed services tries to make provisions for their families, many families don’t often have sufficient funds to cover expenses that children with special needs require, such as: having specialized babysitters to care for their children during an absence, or special costly medication not covered by insurance. Addressing the issues of non disabled siblings who don’t have special needs might increase further challenges for these families. Despite the fact they are connected by their membership in the Armed Services, these parents often feel isolated from each other, not unlike most parents of kids with disabilities.

The Armed Services try to serve these families as best they can, but are limited in time and money to assist them in all their needs. Most of the services have exceptional family member programs that offer counseling and specialized kinds of supports for the families, yet as parents move from one base to another, they have to begin again with new medical services and schools. One can imagine the challenges the child has to endure. Treatment requires consistency as his or her doctors and therapists learn about the specific needs of the child with a disability. It takes time and energy for parents to find the right doctors/specialists to care for the child. New schools don’t always offer what the previous schools offered. All parents of children with special needs have to deal with changing situations, but for an Armed Services family, their problems can be overwhelming.

More Americans must take pause in recognizing that the sacrifices these families are making goes way beyond active duty and dedicating their lives. They are trying like all of us to carve out better lives for their children, but their odds are even greater.

A Child’s Perspective – INCLUSION

Wednesday, February 3rd, 2010

My name is Anastasia Somoza and I am nine years old. I live in New York City and go to school at P.S. 234 in Manhattan. I am in the third grade class in general education. I have a paraprofessional at school to assist me.

I have cerebral palsy and use a wheelchair. I also have a walker and a stander. I use a computer to help me with school work and special software. I wear braces on my legs to help keep them straight.

I like being in a regular class because I now have lots of friends.  As my friends live nearby, they come over to my house for play dates and even sleepovers. At my old school my friends lived too far away and they never came for play dates. We could not go to their house either because we do not have a car. All the kids at my old school were disabled and it was hard for their parents to bring them to my house.

My best friend at school is called Natalie. She is not disabled. She helps me with lots of things, and she plays with me at recess time. I am the only one in my class who cannot walk, but that’s okay. My friends push me around.

I have a twin sister who goes to the same school, but she is in a special class. She uses a computer to talk, and a different computer to do her studies. She also uses a wheelchair and a stander. She is very smart and I hope she can soon be in a regular class just like me. Thank you.