Hurt

Where there is desire
There is gonna be a flame
Where there is a flame
Someone’s bound to get burned
But just because it burns
Doesn’t mean you’re gonna die
You’ve gotta get up and try, and try, and try~ P!NK

We all have desires. They don’t all revolve around love nor money. We want world peace. We want peace in our neighborhood. We want ice cream. We want to end world hunger. We want to stop plagues. We want to get over our colds. We are humans and we want. Such is the metaphorical flame in these lyrics.

I got burned today. In my tireless pursuit to right perceived wrongs, I made a comment that apparently was inappropriate. It doesn’t matter the person on the receiving end has known me almost 2 years. It doesn’t matter that I have never done anything to make this person question my integrity. It doesn’t matter that the reasons for this statement weren’t related to the individual. All that matters is my comment.

It isn’t that I was called to the carpet that bothers me. I suspected that would happen when a third-party got involved. I’m really not that blind as to possible repercussions. What hurt was the lack of trust. The assumption that I had ulterior motives. I was judged and sentenced before I had an opportunity to explain. Boom.

Trust doesn’t come easy to me. You get my respect almost automatically, but you have to earn my trust. Consider it a gift. We can function on mutual respect, but a relationship is built on trust.

And, now it’s been erased. Another tick in the lessons learned column. I’ll keep trying, but it just won’t be the same.

 

Unicorns

Have the courage to say no. Have the courage to face the truth. Do the right thing because it’s right. These are the magic keys to living your life with integrity.~ W. Clement Stone

I am apparently a bully in the Autism community. I guess I didn’t understand that I’m not supposed to take “sides” or “support” anything but the name “Autism.” The idea of Autism as a disability is “safe.” Only upbeat and positive posts are “safe.” Isn’t that how the community got into this mess?

I posted a few weeks ago about “Vaguebooking” where people only talk about the very best parts of life. (https://oystersandlife.com/2014/09/08/vaguebooking/)  They don’t post about struggles, challenges or anything that **could** make them appear to be different. It’s like reading fairy tales all day long.

To be fair, not all the people on my friends list do this. But of the 30 or so people connected to the Autism community, only a handful post about anything but unicorns and rainbows. It’s okay if that’s what you want to post. Just don’t be angry with me for putting a damper on what you post.

Guess what? By only posting about unicorns and rainbows, people think you’ve got it all under control. That you, or your child, never struggle. That every therapy you’ve tried has been miraculous. That every diet adjustment made is a cure. It skews what people think about Autism. If you don’t live with Autism and all you read about are unicorns and rainbows, that must be what Autism is all about.

And then, tragedy hits. Again. The unicorn did a variation on what horses do. It got mad. It got ornery. But, it’s still a unicorn. Some people with unicorns can understand how someone tried to hurt their unicorn. They feel the unicorn is to blame for, well, acting like a unicorn. Others, in fact the vast majority, feel that hurting a unicorn is bad. Very, very bad. Don’t they know how precious and valuable unicorns are?

The reality is, unicorns poop. They mash the grass with their hoofs. They have to be fed special diets. They require grooming. And time, lots and lots of time. It’s hard work keeping a unicorn safe and happy. But we do. Many, many of us get up every day knowing how hard things are and yet, we keep our unicorns safe and warm and healthy and happy.

It never crossed my mind to kill my unicorns. Yes, they look different from horses. Yes, they act different from horses. But they’re my special unicorns. My gift of magic to cherish and take care of forever. Taking care of them is harder than taking care of a herd of horses. But the beauty I see when they’re around makes it all worth it.

So call me a bully. Label me wrong. Yell out Instigator! Because it’s true. I support self-advocacy. I support stricter legislation for caregivers who harm their disabled charges. I support boycotting an organization that tells people that Autism is a crisis. That Autism is a violent, daily struggle. That Autism must be cured.

I don’t want horses. Unicorns are awesome! If you were to take away their magic, unicorns would be just horses. You’ll work just as hard tending a horse as you will tending a unicorn. A horse means you’re just like everyone else. If that’s your goal, go for it. Try every diet, cure and therapy in hopes of taking away the magic. I choose to love and nurture my unicorns.

Because without a little magic, the world looks a lot dingier.

Tech

I recent link on social media leads to a confession by Steve Jobs that he recognized how “bad” technology can be for kids so he limited his kids’ exposure  http://www.inquisitr.com/1468612/steve-jobs-didnt-let-his-kids-use-iphones-or-ipads-heres-why/#kxOKeBIIzcp9WYFx.01 . Lots of comments ensued, including many stating that tech kills young brains, with the majority of parents of young children stating that they agreed. I had to put this on paper.

Seriously. I can’t even go to a restaurant without seeing some kid glued to a screen. Movie theater. Church. Wal-Mart. Driver’s license office. Doctor’s office. Vehicle (yes, I can see the video screens in the minivan in front of me). It’s the new, improved pacifier for older kids. And I’m supposed to believe all these people who state they only allow 30 minutes a day? Perhaps you should clarify and add 30 minutes per location, per day.

Technology is not some evil thing you need to banish from life. You are not a bad parent or person for incorporating tech into your life. It’s a different world out there than even 5 years ago. We literally have the world at our fingertips. And, kids are sponges. Kids have a knack for learning all about things before parents even know the thing existed. Innocence is very short-lived, regardless of your parenting choices.

Yes, kids need guidance and rules as they learn about the world. That applies whether the topic is not running into the street while playing or learning how to play Minecraft. Yes, you need to teach your kids how to balance their lives. Yes, us adults need to remember that we need balance too. All play and no work makes Johnny a very poor boy.

Just drop the self-righteous bit. I sat at my kid’s events over the years and watched parents playing Candy Crush instead of playing attention to their kids. I see you handing over your phones and bringing tablets into places where you want your kids to behave. It’s ok. I used to bring coloring sheets and crayons with me everywhere.

Don’t lock your kids out of their future because someone told you they **never** allow their kids to access tech. Most likely, they’re not being truthful. Your kids **have** to know about technology in order to get a job. Yes, even operating a cash register now requires keyboarding skills. You don’t have to go overboard. You can still monitor it.

If you expect your kids to abuse tech, then you should probably look at yourself. You are their role model. Monkey see, monkey do. If you’re not willing to go outside with your kids, then the message is that part of life isn’t as important as Candy Crush.

A thousand times a day your life is touched by tech. It’s not the enemy. Like all things, moderation goes a long way.

 

 

Label this

Hi! Thanks for stopping by! Would you like something to drink? Tea? Coffee? Soda? How about a snack? Popcorn? Chips? Candy? Maybe something healthy like an apple? Oh, you’re on a diet. You only eat vegan. You don’t consume caffeine. Is that apple organic?

I find myself pausing at moments like these. You came here looking for something. I offered up options. You turned me down, questioned and judged me in a split second based on this exchange. I’m a caffeinated, junk food addict. Period.

Well, you’re right on some days. I do like my caffeine and I certainly like my popcorn and potato chips right next to my Snickers bar. But does that really mean I’m an addict? Did you just lump me in with a group of people who absolutely cannot live without “something?” That’s a heck of a label to put on someone who enjoys treats periodically.

The way you label people marks them forever. Yet, everyone does it. Got a speeding ticket? Insurance company now says you are a high risk driver. Don’t look like the body mass index chart says you should? You are obese. Wore the wrong clothes to work today? You are out of touch.

Do you feel judged yet? Because I do every day. I think through a decision a hundred times. I’ll read this post for the next few hours before I hit publish. I’ll make sure no one has the opportunity to see me as less than. My car is perfectly suburban. My house is mostly clean in case someone drops by. My social media posts are mostly vanilla. My clothes are neutral. It’s a lot of effort to go through just to avoid a label.

I’m sure someone will still look really hard to find a chink in my coat of neutrality. It’s no wonder over 50% of Americans have some type of mental health need. Between being judged and holding onto that superiority complex, we’re a collective mess. Since we **need** instant gratification, here’s your pill.

But, what if there is no pill? What if you are living with a chronic illness? What if you’re neurodiverse? Ahhhhhh!!!!! What should I do?

I know. I’ll educate others about the damage labels cause. I’ll write about how nouns were designed to give distinct meaning to objects. I’ll talk about the fact that the English language lends itself to labels so readily. And, just for fun, I’ll give you this link so you can understand how the English language is supposed to work  :http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sentence_diagram.

A tree is a tree. A table is a table. A person is a person. Any descriptors are actually observations. It’s an apple tree, because it produces apples. It’s a dinner table because it seats four or more. . It’s a person because it looks like one. Stop.

That’s right. The correct label for me is person. Because that’s what I am. No more, no less. You can put all the adjectives you like under that diagramming line, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a person. Adjectives are judgments.  Artificially assigned tags that seek to clarify the noun. I don’t need clarification. Person will do just fine.

Divided

Not for the first time, the Autism community is divided. In a widely publicized case, a mother attempted to murder her daughter and then commit suicide. It didn’t go as planned and the mother is now in jail while the daughter is home with her father and two siblings. Apparently, the child’s behavior drove the mother to this act. The television show that interviewed the mother showed the same video of the daughter hitting the mother over and over. It seemed like that was the only footage available. There were no pictures of the happy times, although if you search YouTube you can find several videos of this nature. The television show played right into the belief that anger and violence are the number one characteristics of people with Autism.

It’s not that way. It’s never been that way. But like all stories, it’s easier to grab attention by pointing out the most egregious parts of a story. The public’s perception of Autism needs to change.

I speak from many viewpoints. I am Autistic. I have 2 children who are Autistic. I am a special needs teacher who worked in classrooms dedicated to Autism. I also taught in classrooms dedicated to behaviorally challenged kids. And I taught in a resource classroom. I’ve taught grades K-21. I’m 46 years old. My kids are now young adults. So yes, I have a certain amount of perspective.

I’ve been hit by students. Punched. Bit. A dislocated shoulder here, a broken foot there and throw in a MRSA infection for good measure. I’ve had parents refuse to answer their phone during the school day because they just needed a break. I get that living with an individual with any disability is challenging. People with more challenges are more challenging to live with.

But, does that give me the right, or even moral authority, to murder someone?

The discussion on social media is all about how the mother needed more support. How she clearly isn’t in her right mind. And how her daughter’s behaviors put here in this position. Parents of children with severe Autism are making the mother out to be a victim. I guess you can put it that way. She is a victim of society, of people wanting to believe nothing like this could ever happen in their backyard. Of a society that, despite cries for help, turned a deaf ear.

But the daughter had no say in this. Her disability is such that her communication is physical. She can’t speak. She can’t tell anyone her story. She certainly didn’t tell her mother she wanted to die.

Division. Autism is a spectrum disorder. The impairments vary wildly. It is usually parents of children who are severely affected who want cures. Who send virtual hugs to a mother who thinks murder is okay. They’ve been there, they understand. No one else can possibly understand their lives, so they must sympathize.

And then there’s the rest of us. High enough functioning to fit, sort of, in society. Slow, quirky, anxious. But we’re managing. And many of us do not want to be cured. Many of us see Autism as an integral part of our personalities. It’s in our character. After living with Autism for 40+ years, I wouldn’t know what to do if it suddenly disappeared.

The face of Autism does NOT exist. We look just like you. We’re not monsters or mass murderers. We’re your friends, neighbors and co-workers.

We’re also members of your community, regardless of how we function or communicate. Years of hiding and denying that people with moderate to severe disabilities even exist has created an environment where non-disabled people are shocked by disability. Then they latch on to the “normal” aspect and minimize the damage caused by trying to fix something that is innate in an individual.

Yes, we need more services. Yes, we need more support. But most of all, we need acceptance.

You knew me as a child and called me an introvert. You knew me as teenager and called me quirky. You knew me as a young adult and called me weird. You knew me as a co-worker and called me eccentric. You know me as an adult and I know there’s room for all of us.

Less Than

All around the world, people are determined to be less than human. Women and girls are treated as property to be sold. Or killed. Ethnic minorities are annihilated. Groups are literally clawing their way into power so they can dictate how others may live. There is always someone who is seen as less than deserving.

Those are examples that I see in the news. They are distant. Yes, I suffer from NIMBY syndrome sometimes. But if you recognize the name Malala, you know that these atrocities are happening…daily.

In my own backyard, today marks a day of shame. Most of you have probably never heard of Issy Stapleton. Issy has a severe form of Autism. Last year, her mother decided the best course of action was to murder Issy and herself. She did not succeed. The mother is in jail, having pled down to child abuse a few weeks ago. A major media figure is interviewing her today. The mother is a victim in his view, because Issy is too much to take care of.

The way it works in my city, attempted murder is attempted murder. There may be extenuating circumstances, but it’s still attempted murder. Why then is the mother receiving so much sympathy and recognition? Because Issy has a disability.

People with disabilities are often seen as “less than.” Less than capable. Less than worthy. Less than valuable. Less than necessary. Less than human.

Yes, this family needs support. The services that Issy needs aren’t available. It’s not just Issy. I know my city fails at meeting the needs of people with disabilities. I know that many schools feel it is appropriate to request a parent to medicate their child into compliance rather than figure out what the child really needs.

We have failed. In our eagerness to create equality, we have left our most vulnerable behind. In our rush to make “more” out of people, we have discarded those we don’t feel have value. Every life has value.

Now think about what you can do. Take some time out of your day and look at your neighbors. How many of their names do you know? You can effect change. Reach out to others and develop real, live friendships instead if sending virtual hugs. Don’t be afraid to say hello. Sometimes, just knowing that a person cares is enough. Other times, knowing you can reach out and ask for help is a treasure.

Don’t try to put yourself in the mother’s shoes. Issy is the victim. Issy is reaching out the only way she knows how. Can you hear her?

 

 

Heroes

I  am so tired of teachers! Yes, all of them. And I’m theoretically one of them. Just try, for just a bit, to see your students as something other than a job. Try to leave your personal issues at the door so they don’t bleed over into the classroom. Try to be an adult and not resort to shaming children to cover up your inadequacies and mistakes. Recognize that you are a role model and then act like one.

I know you’re overworked, underpaid and very underappreciated. But, you chose this profession. You made a conscious decision to impact lives through education. You can also choose to change. No one is forcing you to continuing teaching.

Consider the harm you are capable of unintentionally inflicted upon students with your careless words and blasé attitude. Your students think the world of you. And yet, these same kids get beaten down because you have too much else on your plate to see what they can accomplish. You don’t see their potential because you are too busy trying to point out their flaws.

I miss my village. I miss compassion, understanding and cooperative effort. I miss having people in my life that are willing to hold me accountable without tearing me to bits. Here’s to you Mrs. Dunning, Mrs. Johnson, Mr. Cleckner,  Ms. McCray, Mr. Nissly and Ms. Fisher. Even Mr. Hashim who made me copy pages from the dictionary because I swore in class. Here’s to all the adults who watched over me and took the time to redirect my course when I strayed too far. Wherever you are, you are my heroes.

“14 Things I Hate About Being Autistic”

http://suburbanautistics.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/14-things-i-hate-about-being-autistic.html?m=1

My Favorite:

6: It is usually assumed that I have “conquered” or “defeated” autism, and that anything I have achieved is in spite of autism. A phrase I hear a lot is “I would never have known that you were autistic”, as though autism is this hugely negative and obvious thing that a non-expert would be able to pick in a second. (Or, as though society is made up entirely of autism experts). This is well-intentioned but problematic because it carries the underlying assumption that if I have done something considered as “successful”, then this must have been despite my autism. In reality, autism is a part of everything that I do. Autism is not an enemy that needs to be defeated. My autism hasn’t been “overcome”. This issue is also symptomatic of the wider ignorance as to how autism presents – in reality, most of us would not be able to pick an autistic person out of a crowd. 

Response to “Letter to Patients with Chronic Illness”

There is a blog post that is making the rounds again. It’s actually a great post..one that I find myself nodding in agreement with as I scroll though it. But, there are flaws when the sentiments are applied to my medical care, which I am guessing is much like many other’s experiences. You see, the blogger has opted to go into private practice, as in no insurance accepted. He makes his decisions without codes and policies hanging over his head. I respect that, but it just isn’t a reality for most people. So, here we have an excellent post that when shown to a “regular” doctor, we get laughed at.

Don’t come on too strong – yes, you have to advocate for yourself, but remember that doctors are used to being in control.  All of the other patients come into the room with immediate respect, but your understanding has torn down the doctor-god illusion.  That’s a good thing in the long-run, but few doctors want to be greeted with that reality from the start.  Your goal with any doctor is to build a partnership of trust that goes both ways, and coming on too strong at the start can hurt your chances of ever having that.

Ok. I get that. But having been beaten down by so many doctors I’d say I’m a bit jaded. I see others who do come into an office with that automatic “respect” mentioned here. Those people are becoming fewer as Dr. Google tears down the mystique of “doctoring.” I say that doctors should just over themselves and their God complexes and get back to the job of doctoring.

Show respect – I say this one carefully, because there are certainly some doctors who don’t treat patients with respect – especially ones like you with chronic disease.  These doctors should be avoided.  But most of us are not like that; we really want to help people and try to treat them well.  But we have worked very hard to earn our position; it was not bestowed by fiat or family tree.  Just as you want to be listened to, so do we.

Respect is earned. Everyone should receive a certain level of respect because that is part of being civil. But, if you want more than that, try earning it. I respect that you went to school and decided to take on this job. I respect that you have more knowledge about certain things than I do. I respect that you have chosen to be a doctor. I want you to respect that I too know many things you do not. I too went to college and while I chose a different vocation, it doesn’t make me “less” than you. I want you to respect that I came to you for help, not to get into a contest of “who knows more.” If you want me to listen to you, try listening to me first before offering more of the same platitudes I’ve heard from others before you.

Keep your eggs in only a few baskets – find a good primary care doctor and a couple of specialists you trust.  Don’t expect a new doctor to figure things out quickly.  It takes me years of repeated visits to really understand many of my chronic disease patients.  The best care happens when a doctor understands the patient and the patient understands the doctor.  This can only happen over time.  Heck, I struggle even seeing the chronically sick patients for other doctors in my practice.  There is something very powerful in having understanding built over time.

Ah, a beautiful sentiment. Please, yell this from the rooftops to anyone that will listen. Doctors change practices, move out-of-state, quit the job, You leave us just when we start to think you have a clue.

Use the ER only when absolutely needed – Emergency room physicians will always struggle with you.  Just expect that.  Their job is to decide if you need to be hospitalized, if you need emergency treatment, or if you can go home.  They might not fix your pain, and certainly won’t try to fully understand you.  That’s not their job.  They went into their specialty to fix problems quickly and move on, not manage chronic disease.  The same goes for any doctor you see for a short time: they will try to get done with you as quickly as possible.

I wholeheartedly agree with the idea of only going to the ER when absolutely necessary. I wish the insurance companies made this possible. Right now, some practices are so booked that the only option a patient has for being seen in the next two weeks is to go to the ER.

But, here’s another side. When I go to the ER, something is so wrong with me that I can’t manage it at home. Trust me when I tell you that I have tried everything I can to avoid an ER visit. By the time I throw in the towel, my body is so far gone that only emergency treatment is going to make a difference. Now, treat me as an emergency. Stop trying to blame everything on my chronic illness and treat what you see. Give me fluids to fix the dehydration. Give me pain medication like you do other patients who are in pain. Stop questioning my “motives” and do what you proclaim to do…solve the emergent problem.

Don’t avoid doctors – one of the most frustrating things for me is when a complicated patient comes in after a long absence with a huge list of problems they want me to address.  I can’t work that way, and I don’t think many doctors can.  Each visit should address only a few problems at a time, otherwise things get confused and more mistakes are made.  It’s OK to keep a list of your own problems so things don’t get left out – I actually like getting those lists, as long as people don’t expect me to handle all of the problems.  It helps me to prioritize with them.

I avoid doctors. My “experience” has shown me that even if I show up with something “routine” like an infection, my doctor’s will find some way to make me feel like I’m wasting their time because it’s part of being chronically ill. If I don’t come in with a big, complicated problem, I get brushed off so the doctor can move on to the next patient. What you see as allowing things to build up, I see as me coping with the small stuff you wouldn’t have dealt with anyway.

Don’t put up with the jerks – unless you have no choice (in the ER, for example), you should keep looking until you find the right doctor(s) for you.  Some docs are not cut out for chronic disease, while some of us like the long-term relationship.  Don’t feel you have to put up with docs who don’t listen or minimize your problems.  At the minimum, you should be able to find a doctor who doesn’t totally suck.

Another nice sentiment. Driven by the insurance companies we rely on to help pay for the very expensive care required to keep us going, we don’t have that many choices. We are assigned primary care managers that we can only change once a year without penalty. How many years of “suck” are we going to have before we find one less “sucky?”

Forgive us – Sometimes I forget about important things in my patients’ lives.  Sometimes I don’t know you’ve had surgery or that your sister comes to see me as well.  Sometimes I avoid people because I don’t want to admit my limitations.  Be patient with me – I usually know when I’ve messed up, and if you know me well I don’t mind being reminded.  Well, maybe I mind it a little.

A reminder for doctors…this is a two-way street. Forgive us for being, in your eyes, too pushy. We’re probably at the end of our ropes trying to cope with not only the demands of our illnesses but also with the lives we want to have. We don’t want to be constantly reminded that we are our own best hope because everyone else has better things to do than work with us.

Chronically ill means life is inherently different and most likely harder than for someone who is relatively healthy. As doctors are generally “healthy,” it stands to reason that while they can empathize with a chronically ill patient, they really do not understand how hard we fight every. single. day. We are plagued by stereotypes placed upon our heads by doctors. Our insurance companies know us by name because we are constantly battling to find the less sucky part of the road. And just when we think we have found “the one” who will listen and learn and try to help us, we discover….

That the reality is doctors have “solvable” problems that allow them to feel successful rather than helping people obtain the best quality of life possible when living with chronic illness.

Here’s the link to the original letter:

 

http://more-distractible.org/musings/2010/07/14/a-letter-to-patients-with-chronic-disease

 

Marginalized in the Middle: A Rebuttal to the NYT Article on “Beating” #Autism

I wish I could speak this eloquently!

 

Marginalized in the Middle: A Rebuttal to the NYT Article on “Beating” #Autism.