June 24, 2009

I have a face made for radio

Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob
If you're in the Dallas area, or if you like to listen to streaming programming on the web (and really, who doesn't), you can catch me on the radio this afternoon at 2:00pm central on the North Texas Kids Radio Show with Dr. Minette Riordan.

You might be tempted to think it's the End Times just hearing the words come out of my mouth, but I will be on The Word, KWRD-FM 100.7 Christian Talk Radio. Weirder things have happened.

Anyway, I think the interview went really well, and I don't think I said anything that will upset any tenderhearts out there in Radioland. If you don't happen to be listening on the radio, I'll post a link to the podcast afterwards.

So there you go.


UPDATE: Here's the podcast:

June 23, 2009


I thought about doing a detailed wrap-up of the 2nd Annual Microcephaly Convention, which we attended over the weekend and where I presented a speech, but I think my previous post probably expressed how we felt pretty well. It really did feel like we were attending what was going to be, unbeknownst to us, a family reunion. It was a life-changing experience.

Outside of the conference, we had a good time as well, aside from my issues with our rental car at the very beginning of the trip. Now, in my own defense, the car rental lot was in a dark spot underground. Furthermore, the attendant simply led us to the car, a Nissan Altima, and aside from opening the trunk before I got there (another crucial point in my defense, since I couldn't see what was printed in large letters on the back), she didn't say a word about any special properties the car might have. And I'd never actually driven a keyless car before, but the instructions said plainly that in order to start the car, one should simply press the ignition button. Also, Julie was not one bit of help, at all.

Having presented all my weak arguments, however, it is still embarrassing to the point of tragedy how long we sat in this car, repeatedly pushing the button to seemingly turn on the dash lights and then turn them off again, hitting the gas but hearing nothing from the engine, before some random synaptic event occurred inside my brain that instructed me to put the car in drive so that we could drive away in our soundless Hybrid rental car.

Anyway, here are some photos from the weekend.

Schuyler and I signing books, which were purchased and then given out by the Prentke Romich Company, makers of the Big Box of Words and Pinkessa, and our very generous sponsors for this appearance.

Serious speech face

With Jenniffer Lewis, Founder, President and CEO of the Foundation for Children with Microcephaly. Schuyler loved Jenni immediately and with a tackle-hugging intensity that bordered on person injury. To her credit, Jenni loved her right back and was gracious and warm to our family, not once mentioning "Schuyler" and "restraining order" in the same sentence. Our daughter really can be a little stalker when she falls for someone.

Schuyler and Dr. William Dobyns, from the University of Chicago Department of Human Genetics. If you've read my book, you know that he is like the Wizard of Oz for parents of kids with genetic brain disorders; the importance and generosity of his presence at this conference can't be overstated. He commented on how well Schuyler's natural speech has progressed, which made me happy.

He was friendly enough to me and didn't mention the book, aside from a comment about how he's got PMG parents who now want speech devices for their kids that they can't afford and that the schools and insurance carriers won't pay for. Fair enough. I know my book has made things more complicated for doctors and teachers and school administrators. I'm not sorry about that, exactly, but I get it.

Demonstrating Pinkessa to author Vicki Forman and her daughter, Josie. Vicki's incredible book, This Lovely Life, is hitting bookstores soon and is already available for order. I am not exaggerating one bit when I say that it is the most astonishing and emotionally affecting book I've read in years, maybe ever. I'll have more to say about it soon, but you need to go buy it now. I mean it. I'll wait.

Schuyler and Josie, drawing together. Shortly after this, they ran into the ocean fully clothed and bodysurfed together. I'm not even kidding.

Schuyler apparently had some ideas about how Vicki should wear her hair.

Monique and Julie at the beach.

Probably self-explanatory.

Arriving back in Dallas with Jasper. He always brings her home.

June 19, 2009

prosapia monstrum

We are at the 2nd Annual Microcephaly Convention, and it's late. I really should be going to bed. California is two hours earlier than Texas, and it's been a long day. But I needed to say this now, while I'm still in the middle of it.

Tonight, Julie, Schuyler and I sat at a table with two other families, both of whom I feel like have become, in a short evening's time, part of our family, too. But in a very real way, they already were.

Because each of those families have a child with polymicrogyria, just like Schuyler.

They are the first kids with PMG besides Schuyler whom we have ever met. And they weren't the only ones here, not even close.

It's barely even begun, and yet we've already met amazing people at this conference, including Jenniffer Lewis, the remarkable young woman who first established the Foundation for Children with Microcephaly (which is now opening up to families with other related neurological disorders, like polymicrogyria & lissencephaly) and then put together this gathering, now in its second year. She did so because when she received a diagnosis for her child and then went to find some kind of support, there was nothing. She felt alone, and because she refused to accept that feeling, now none of these families have to feel that way.

I give my presentation tomorrow and again on Saturday, and suddenly I'm afraid that I won't be able to keep myself together all the way through.

But I'm not that afraid, because I also don't think it'll matter much if I don't.

Schuyler was never alone, of course. But tonight, that's more true than ever.

June 16, 2009

Calling Mister Furious

My apologies for the length of this post. Sometimes it's good to get things on the record.

So Julie received a call this morning from a "legal mediation" company with a Very Serious Legal Issue to discuss with her. The person leaving the message on voicemail said "I don't even think you're aware of what's going on!" So, you know, very scary, and before breakfast, even.

(UPDATE: Apparently they called Julie's parents this morning, too.)

She called the number and got a high strung, angry gentleman at "the Office of the CRA". She was informed that she has an old credit card outstanding debt of over $9000, and unless she gave him her bank information RIGHT THAT INSTANT, the matter was going to go to court and the debt would be reported to the IRS as additional income, and no, we won't send you anything in print, and no, you can't have a moment, you need to give us that information right now now nownownownow!

Julie, not suffering from a head injury, declined to give Mister Furious our bank account numbers, thereby denying the Office of the CRA a sum so vast that they might actually be able to invest in not one but two tacos from Taco Bell. (But sorry, no beverage.) She did, however, keep talking, or rather she tried, but mostly she just listened to this guy with his unresolved anger issues. A few interesting points came out of his frothy rage, however:
  • The credit card on which she had supposedly defaulted on $9000 in debt was one that was closed out a very very long time ago. Years ago, in fact, and the debt had been settled. More importantly, and this will perhaps not surprise you, the limit on that card was nowhere close to $9000. It might have been a thousand. Because, you know, credit card companies may not be smart, but none of them are dumb enough to give the Fabulous Rummel-Hudsons a $9000 line of credit. Certainly not way back then, during our wilder, dumber days.
  • The contact address they had was that of Julie's childhood home, where her parents still live. It may have been listed at one time as a reference address, but it hasn't been listed as her home address since back when she was receiving lunch money.
  • He repeatedly called her "Julie Hudson", which has in fact never been a legal name of hers. You can try a bunch of different combinations, but that's actually the only one that won't work.
  • The most interesting piece of information came when Mister Furious heard me talking to Julie (probably suggesting creative and possibly physically challenging anatomical activities she should suggest to her caller), he said, "You can listen to me, or you can listen to your boyfriend there..."
That's right. Despite their claim to have her comprehensive credit and personal history in the file open before them, the Office of the CRA didn't know that Julie was married. In fact, it appeared that all the information they had on her was pieced together randomly and in most cases wildly inaccurately.

After Mister Furious hung up on Julie, I called them back to try to find out who they were and where they were calling from. I got Mister Furious again, except now he was using a different name. He refused to give any information and said he could only talk to Julie, not me. When I handed the phone to her, she was told that if we called them back again, it would be considered harassment. (Really? Because on this saved voicemail message, it really did sound like you were rather insistent that we call you.)

So there you go.

Here's the thing about this. I think this company is operating under an outdated business model. I suspect they're not entirely unaware of the issues at play since they demand payment information right then, during the call. Because if you have time to go online and start Googling their information, particularly the phone numbers from which they called and which they asked for a return call, you might find some interesting tidbits of information, both from other consumers and from legal websites.

So in order to help "the Office of the CRA" improve their procedures and have more success in scaring the crap out of unsuspecting marks, here's just a sample of what turns up in about two minutes of Googling.

Google: 866-553-0428

CRA Collection Company, Inc.
1150 Lancaster Boulevard
Mechanicsburg, PA
(866) 553-0428

"does anyone know who this company is?? they somehow got my sister's number and is asking for me, claiming to be a law firm."

"who is this company? they are looking for someone who is not at my number and had even called my son in OK looking for this person. They say how important it is and that it is a very serious matter which needs immediate attention. Does anyone know who this is?"

"Paul from CRA called looking for me under a name I have not used in years. I have been divorced, remarried, and 3 kids since using this name. My oldest is in high school now. I live in a new state and number is unlisted. This is just crazy."

"I got a call from this number at my moms house. I have not lived at home for over 16 years. A Ms. Thompson is the caller and she tries to be very intimidating and almost a bully, but she will not give any specific details. My mom is ready to turn it in to the authorities."

"I just got a message from a Mrs. Karis at 866-553-0428. She left a message saying that she was looking for "RO" (married name) from "the city I grew up in." Which was strange because I haven't lived there in over 10 years. And I wasn't married when I lived there. I just felt it was very strange since any account I have with my married name I know is up to date. Do you just ignore this type of call? Or should I call back and find out what's going on? I would hate to think that they will be after my family members next."

Google: 831-274-2477

"A lady called wanted me to relay a message to someone that's supposedly left our phone number as a contact. She just gave a six-digit case no. When I asked for what matter is it related to, the lady started yelling and became extremely rude and said it's none of my business. Caller ID showed the call was from 831-274-2477. She wanted the person to call back at 1-877-407-9274 with just a case no. What a rude scammer!"

"I just received a call (on the cellphone I use for the company that I work for). I do not know how "Kristin" got my phone #. She says she is with CRA company. She was rude and obnoxious and said that she had an urgent call for me, though I never identified myself. She also threatened that she would report me for not identifying myself or my company name. I don't have any debts that need collection, so I don't know why anyone would be phoning me- especially on my company cellphone."

Google: 877-407-9274

"This has never happened to us! I'm glad I wasn't being too gullible tonight! They call from the same phone number 1-866-460-4260. The guy said he name was John Shelton. The guy said that he needed to speak to my husband urgently concerning a legal matter. My husband called back and spoke with a female (sounded white). We had to ask for a company name = CRA. They were unable to tell us what that stood for. They were very on edge, argumentative, and sounded threatening at times...claiming they would turn us into the IRS, if we didn't settle this now. They said that this was a last attempt to collect on a credit card debt before legal action would be taken. They stated that this was on his credit report and needed to be taken care of now. They said they only take credit/debit payment (Go figure). The card/debt they were referring to has been taken care of and the card has been canceled for many yrs, and we know for a fact that it is not on the credit report. My husband hung up on the woman, and she called right back from a different #. She said, "Mr. XXXXX, I can't help you with this, if you keep hanging up. What other legit company would ever do that. She was asking for his SS# and all kinds of stuff! I just want to turn these low life losers in, so they can get caught! It's a shame!"

"Calling all of my daughter's relatives, threatens to serve paper's, she is going to be arrested, calling her elderly grandparents, parents, says it is on excessive debt on a non existant credit card debt of a limit that she was never approved for. The woman "FLIPPED" out, was YELLING, CALLED my daughter CRAZY, would not confirm any information. "

"CRA woman became agitated when i asked for her address, refused, said she'd only been calling for a month, that they were not a collection agency but a 'mediation service.' supervisor Stephanie Martin came on line, said they'd never called me before today, i'd be taken off list. i said i'd been trying to stop calls for a year and a half. also refused address then hung up."

"866-452-9518 called my neighbor advising her that I gave them permission to contact them to get info about me. My neighbor knew better than this and told them she has nothing to tell them. They then proceeded to advise her that they are going to press charges if I do not call them back. I called them to tell them to NOT call looking for me ever again & I Never gave them authority to call my neighbor advising them that I said they could. The guy started yelling at me sayibg he wouldn't have to call if I paid his client monies owed. I asked what client? What monies? He refused to answer and continued yelling. I hung up the phone. I will be reporting them to FTC as well."

"These people called my Uncle\'s ex- wife from 1988 and initially stated that they wanted to deliver a package and needed to verify the address. That did not work so the called again and stated that they were calling from the office of CRA and some investigators needed to speak with him immediately. I called them back multiple times and they hung up on me whenever I asked what CRA stands for and what type of company were they. Finally they advised me that they were the Consumer Recovery Associates."

"These people caled me 8 months ago, had the wrong first name, middle initial and SS#, told me it was a mistake. They have since reported nick name, alternate SS# to the credit bureau and are now harrasing me again. I think these people are scum. They also stated I made the last payment from an address I had 9 years ago just 6 years ago so it is within the statute of limitations, what idiots! I complained to the FTC and the VA Attorney General! I hope the hard inquiry comes off my credit report and they leave me alone for good. This account is apparently outside the SOL anyway."

Here's a big one:

"If you receive a call from this number, you have been called by junk debt / collection agency that buys debt from original creditors that has been written off or settled and is beyond the statute of limitations in most states. They are trying get the money for themselves, not the original creditor.

They are reportedly a serial violator of the Fair Debt Collection Practices Act (FDCPA). They may be illegally using credit information obtained from Experian or other credit reporting agencies.

This company has been known to contact and harass people they believe may know the person they are trying to reach including distant relatives, ex-spouses and possible former co-workers.

NEVER answer these calls if you see this as a caller ID. NEVER return these calls. NEVER give them ANY information about the person they are seeking or refer them to others.

Any "positive" comments you read in these notes about the company may have been written by employees of the company.

The company is:

Consumer Recovery Associates
2697 International Parkway #4
Suite 270
PO Box 2916
Virginia Beach, VA 23450-2916

The following is the most comprehensive information gathered about this company from various sources on the Internet.

***If you've been called by a number not on this list or by someone using a different name, please copy this list, add the number/name in the correct order and repost it in its entirety.

Company Names that CRA reportedly uses:

CIA and Associates
CC Associates
Consumer Credit Association
Consumer Recovery Associates
Court Company
CR Associates
CRA Associates
C&R Associates
C & R Associates
Farm CIA & Associates
J Lamb and Associates
and possibly GC Services

Phone numbers that CRA reportedly uses:

(list redacted because it is crazy long.)

Individual names that CRA reportedly uses:
(also redacted for length, but the woman who left the voicemail, Mister Furious and his Furious Twin are all on the list)"

And finally...

Pennsylvania Consumers Challenge CRA Security Systems' Collection Practices

Bradley v CRA Security Systems, Inc.
CASE ID: 3131 | CREDIT / DEBT | 02/06/2004

A statewide class action has been filed in Pennsylvania against CRA Security Systems, Inc. and their parent company, Capital Recovery Associates, Inc. The action is brought on behalf of all Pennsylvania residents who received a form type collection letter demanding immediate payment of the consumers' alleged debt. The action is brought under the federal Fair Debt Collection Practices Act and seeks statutory damages as well as injunctive and declaratory relief.
According to consumers, CRA used language in its initial collection letters that was confusing and deceptive. Federal law requires that all collection services include a notice in their initial collection letters that informs consumers of their right to investigate the validity of a debt within 30 days. Although CRA's letter contained this notice, consumers allege that other language in the letter overshadowed the notice and rendered it ineffective. Specifically, the letters requested immediate attention by remitting payment. Consumers allege that by demanding immediate attention and payment, they were unable to determine if they were given 30 days to investigate the validity of the debt, or if they were required to pay immediately. Additionally, the letters were allegedly "signed" by Richard Lyons. According to consumers, there is no viable evidence to suggest that a Richard Lyons reviewed their debt or that Richard Lyons is even employed by CRA. However, consumers claim this "signature" is meant to convey to them that the debt had been reviewed by an actual person. According to consumers, CRA also routinely charges allegedly illegal fees for returned checks. Finally, even after repeated attempts to dispute the validity of the debts, many consumers claim that CRA never provided them with validation.

Under the Fair Debt Collection Practices Act, any unfair, misleading or intimidating language is forbidden in collection letters or other forms of communication. The consumers allege that the language used by CRA fulfills this standard. They claim that CRA's language overshadows and renders ineffective the 30 day notice of disputing the validity of the debt. They claim that CRA's use of a signature that is allegedly bogus conveys a false and misleading impression that an actual person has reviewed their account, when in fact the letters are "form" type and mass mailed. Finally, consumers claim that CRA typically ignores all attempts to dispute the validity of the debt and continues with coercive efforts designed to elicit immediate payment. According to consumers the potential class is quite numerous, numbering in the thousands, and perhaps tens of thousands.

So there you go! Best of luck, Office of the CRA. Also, we filed reports with the Attorneys General of Texas, Virginia and Pennsylvania. You really should check out this Internet thing. I didn't even have to put my pants on!

June 13, 2009

Stephanie's Day in Dallas

If you're there today, keep your eyes open, we might just be around...


Stephanie's Day, "A FREE Resource Fair for children with special needs and their families/caregivers" at NorthPark Center, Saturday, June 13, 2009 from 10am-2:00pm. Stephanie's Day was founded by CBS 11/TXA 21 President and General Manager, Steve Mauldin, in honor of his daughter Stephanie who has autism.

Kids can enjoy music, games, entertaining activities, and much more at Stephanie’s Day. Meanwhile, parents and caregivers can find a wealth of resources available through local non-profit organizations, therapy centers, advocacy groups and parent-to-parent networks.

This is a FREE EVENT located at NorthPark Center in Dallas, Texas.

NorthPark Center
8687 N. Central Expressway
Dallas, Texas 75225

Update (and postmortem)

If I had one criticism of the event, it would be that the organizers need to decide if they are interested in holding a general special needs event or one that focuses exclusively on autism. I think either one would be great; I certainly don't begrudge anyone in the autism community the attention such an event would attract, particularly in the present media environment where autism continues to receive so much focus. The rising tide lifts all the boats, as they say. I suspect every kid with a disability benefits from that kind of attention. not just the ones with autism.

But aside from a handful of specific providers (CP and fragile X, for example), the focus of the event was definitely on autism, which shouldn't be a surprise considering how it began. But I do think they ought to consider either working hard to expand their scope to include a much wider range of disabilities or making this about autism outright.

That's my sincere opinion that exactly no one asked for.

Not surprisingly, Schuyler managed to sneak into the tv coverage for a second or two...

June 12, 2009

On the radio

Julie shot some video while I was being interviewed on a local Christian radio show. Just for fun.

June 10, 2009

The truth, in a whisper

In answering a comment on my last blog post, I found myself admitting something, out loud, that I haven't let myself say for about six years. I didn't even realize how long it had been, or that I was about to say it in that moment, until the words appeared on my screen.
"...Despite the mountain of evidence and opinion against the idea, I honestly believe that one day, she will be able to talk. Perhaps not as clearly as the rest of us, but I don't think this is as good as she'll get, not by a long shot."
It's funny what the heart holds onto and whispers quickly and quietly while the brain's not paying attention. It's funny where the agnostic can still find faith.

June 9, 2009


Today, as we drove home from work, where Schuyler spent the afternoon with me, I asked her what she wanted to listen to on my iPod. She loves the music from Coraline and asked for that, and as the music played, she began telling me the story of the movie. She didn't use her device; her thoughts were coming fast and furious, and so for the next few minutes, I was treated to her retelling of the story, with wild gestures and lots of pantomime, and very little intelligible speech.

When we got home, I asked her to tell me the story again for the camera, and she gave me a much-shortened version.

In the past, I've posted video of Schuyler in which a lot of you said "Oh, I can understand her just fine!" The reality of Schuyler's speech, however, is that removed from predictable context, it becomes much more challenging. I will say that in this video, I can understand more than I can't, and I'm sure Julie would be able to as well. But this will give you a more accurate picture of how she speaks.

And how much fun she is, too.

June 5, 2009


Schuyler loves Swee
Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob
Today is Schuyler's last day of third grade, and barring any last-minute drama (and why would I ever assume there wouldn't be any of that?), she will have made it through her last week without incident. She's not out of the woods yet, exactly; she starts with her summer school program next week for some additional reading help, but that's only for a few weeks, on another campus with a whole new group of kids. But it will be different, and sometimes with Schuyler, different is good. Sometimes.

I'm not going to lie. In some ways, it's been a rough year for Schuyler. She held her own academically in school and even managed to pass the reading portion of the TAKS test, but there have been some social pieces that have been hard to manage, and they are the ones about which I've harbored future anxiety for some time. Put simply, Schuyler is attempting to integrate herself into the social structure of neurotypical kids her age, and it's hard. She's been running into obstacles that I don't believe she understands.

I don't think it's happening very much yet; most of her classmates still treat her incredibly well, and they remain fascinated with her. (Not one but two older students asked permission to write their final class reports on her.) But when I pick her up from school, many times she'll point someone out and tell me that they are her friend, but when she tries to say goodbye to them, they will turn away from her deliberately. Schuyler doesn't take the cues and will sit there and repeat her goodbyes to them over and over. Sometimes they will turn and give her the tiniest possible little wave, as if they are embarrassed that the weird kid is calling them out. Mostly they will pointedly ignore her, even if one of the staff says something to them.

I understand. I remember that age, and I remember the social death that could come from associating with someone who your friends didn't care for. I was both the outcast and (now to my shame) the ostracizer at different points of my youth, and I remember how brutal it could be, on either side of the line. And I know that it will only get worse as time goes on.

This has happened before, of course. Schuyler's relationships with neurotypical kids have always been dicey. Even back in Austin, she had one little friend about a year younger than her who treated her pretty shabbily. She would boss Schuyler around, bullying her and lying about her. Not completely grasping the nature of Schuyler's disability, she would sometimes try to get her in trouble by telling her parents and us that Schuyler had said some mean thing or another. (That would be a very impressive trick, especially back then before the Big Box of Words.) One time, in frustration at Schuyler's refusal to be bossed around, this girl bit her.

Schuyler was a much different kid back then, before she began working with her speech device. She was still the ethereal, otherworldly little girl that I talk about in my book. So strange and beautiful, but not entirely ours or entirely in our world, largely lost to us. It was easy for other kids to treat her differently back then, easy to see her not as another kid but as something exotic, like a pet.

Four years later, Schuyler is a changed girl, almost unrecognizable from the one in the book. Despite her disability and her delayed development, Schuyler can pass very easily for a neurotypical nine-year-old now. AAC has given her so much, but it has been this most of all that I think has been the most remarkable to watch.

Schuyler exists in some ways in a strange grey area between special education and mainstream school. She is completely ambulatory, suffers none of the social or tactile anxieties of many autistic children and is unafraid of change or of operating within that neurotypical world. In her special education class, Schuyler doesn't seem to always grasp those differences. She keeps tweaking her little nemesis in her AAC class, for example, largely because she doesn't quite understand this girl's social anxieties which she does not share.

And yet, Schuyler is not capable of existing unassisted in the neurotypical world, and yet she doesn't entirely belong there. Not quite, not yet. Which is fine from a classroom perspective, since she has an aide and her BBoW to bridge much of that gap. But socially, she doesn't accept that there is any reason in the world why her neurotypical classmates wouldn't want her inside their social circles, which are alarmingly well-established even in third grade. It's hard to explain to her that while there probably aren't any good reasons, there are plenty of bad ones and she's going to get a chance to experience them all.

One thing hasn't changed since Schuyler was a remote, odd little girl with a bullying friend back in Austin. While she will stick up for herself and her friends when she feels like they are being mistreated, Schuyler will accept a shocking amount of unkind treatment from someone whom she identifies as her friend. And as a father, that is just as hard to watch today as it was four or five years ago. She's beginning to understand it now, which is probably for the best but nevertheless breaks my heart right in two. A few weeks ago, she got in trouble for hitting one of her neurotypical classmates on the playground. When asked why she did it, her explanation was that the girl wouldn't play with her. Where once she was puzzled, now she's becoming frustrated, even angry.

Schuyler's not blameless. She is in fact far from it, and I recognize that. But the older she gets, the harder it will be to explain why some kids treat her so differently and badly. In some ways, these are issues that are universal for every little kid in every school in the world. But like all things Schuyler, it's the differences that are hard to bear.

June 3, 2009

SoCal with the RumHuds

The fam
Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob
A courtesy note for stalkers...


Southern California Meet-up with the Rummel-Hudsons

Robert, Julie and Schuyler will be in Costa Mesa, California for the 2nd Annual Microcephaly Convention, June 18-21, 2009. If you aren't attending the conference but would like to meet the Rummel-Hudsons, join us on Thursday afternoon or Sunday morning for a little informal get-together.

June 18, 2009 | 12:30pm
The Beach Pit BBQ
1676 Tustin Avenue
Costa Mesa, CA 92627

June 21, 2009 | 10:00am
West LA Farmers Market in Santa Monica
11360 Santa Monica Blvd
West Los Angeles, CA 90025

RSVP to info@schuylersmonster.com

June 1, 2009

Sponsored Silence and the Big Box of Words

This video was put together by the Ohio Speech-Language-Hearing Association and the Cincinnati Children's Hospital Medical Center to promote awareness of augmentative communication. The 2008 Sponsored Silence Event was made possible in part by support from Cincinnati Children's, and by DynaVox and the Prentke Romich Company, the two industry leaders in AAC speech technology.

On a personal note, I really hope you'll set aside ten minutes of your day and watch this. I've seen a lot of presentations like this, but for some reason this one reached me in a deeper place. Which is my way of saying that I sat here like a weepy little girl when I watched this. I don't know, maybe I have Issues.

In the next few weeks, I'm planning on putting together a video project similar to what Nancy Zimpher, President of the University of Cincinnati, discusses in the video. Will you watch because you want to learn more about AAC, or do you simply want to watch me look like a tremendous dumbass? I think there are possibilities either way.

May 31, 2009

Two Out of Three Authors

"Two Out of Three Authors..."

New at Gregory's Bistro
in Historic Downtown Plano
Tuesday, June 16 - 7 pm
1022 E 15th Street, Plano, TX

Meet local authors Karen Harrington (Janeology) and Robert Rummel-Hudson (Schuyler's Monster) for an entertaining night of stories, writing advice and thoughts on a year in the life of a debut author.

Admission is free, but come early as seating is limited. Gregory’s Bistro is BYOB.

Karen Harrington is the author of the suspense novel Janeology, a unique blend of legal drama and psychological suspense that poses the question, how much of what a person does is due to nature and nurture?

Karen’s writing has received recognition from the Hemingway Short Story Festival, the Texas Film Institute, the Austin Film Festival and Writer’s Digest. Prior to publishing her novel, she was a corporate speechwriter for EDS and Greyhound Bus Lines.

Robert Rummel-Hudson is the author of the memoir Schuyler's Monster: A Father’s Journey with His Wordless Daughter. The book tells the story of raising a little girl with a disability and learning to become the father she needs.

Robert has been writing online since 1995. During that time, his work has been recognized by the Diarist Awards. His story has been featured in articles in the Austin Chronicle, the New Haven Register, the Dallas Morning News and the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. He has been featured on American Public Radio’s Weekend America, WFAA’s Good Morning Texas and KERA’s Think with Krys Boyd.

May 30, 2009

In which I impart actual useful information

I asked some of the amazing people I've met at the Prentke Romich Company if they could point me to studies actually illustrating that AAC use contributes to overall language and/or speech development, not just providing a voice but actually aiding in the development of other communication methods, including verbal. I should have known they would come through. One of the things I love about PRC is that the people who represent them in the field aren't sales representatives. They are SLPs and therapists, they are the same people who fight our monsters and they do so with real weapons, the ones they believe in.

And when it comes to AAC and its implementation, they know their stuff.

Anyway, here are some direct quotes from the book Exemplary Practices for Beginning Communicators: Implications for AAC by Joe Reichle, David Beukelman, and Janice Light. I'll have more to share soon.

(There are also some further resources listed at the end, so you can... Read More About It!)


1.) "Although some existing research literature and recommended practices data support the notions that even very young children and other beginning communicators can use and benefit from AAC (e.g., Pierce, 1999; Romski & Sevcik, 1996), some professionals still believe that AAC is a last resort to be tried only after all other interventions have failed and the individual is still not talking (Romski, Sevcik, & Forrest, 2001). This belief may contribute to why AAC is often not incorporated into prelinguistic intervention strategies. Typically developing children primarily rely on gestures to communicate until about 12-13 months of age, when they increasingly use speech for communication (Goldin-Meadow, 2000). Using a developmental perspective, AAC interventions (e.g., gestures, devices, switches) can be viewed as tools to develop prelinguistic skills and set the stage for later vocabulary development regardless of whether the individual eventually talks."

2.) "Previously, it was assumed that individuals need to demonstrate the prerequisites of sensorimotor stage V for sufficient symbolic understanding to begin to learn how to use AAC (e.g., Chapman & Miller, 1980; Owens & House, 1984). It was later recognized that individuals can acquire some of the presumed prerequisite skills much earlier through the functional use of AAC in naturalistic environments (Kangas & Lloyd, 1988; Reichle & Karlan, 1985)."

(Quote specific to speech output devices:)

3.) "Romski and Sevcik (1996) argued that the use of a speech-output communication device was a critical component of their participants' successful use of SAL (System for Augmenting Language). They contended that the speech output provided a link to the natural auditory world for participants. Yet, no direct comparison of SAL acquisition (speech+symbols) with learning symbols alone was provided. Schlosser, Belfiore, Nigam, and Blischak (1995) conducted a study on three individuals with severe mental retardation who would have been considered beginning communicators. The researchers compared the participants' acquisition of visual graphic symbols and speech output with the acquisition of visual graphic symbols alone. They found that the speech output + visual graphic symbols resulted in more efficient learning with fewer errors than the visual graphic symbols alone. These results support Romski and Sevcik's argument that speech output can play a critical role in AAC language learning."


Pierce, P. (1999). Baby Power: A guide for families using assistive technology with their infants and toddlers. Chapel Hill: The University of North Carolina Press.

Romski, M.A. & Sevcik, R.A. (1996). Breaking the speech barrier: Language development through augmented means. Baltimore: Paul H. Brookes Publishing Co.

Romski, M.A., Sevcik, R.A., & Forrest, S. (2001). Augmentative and alternative communication in inclusive early childhood programs. In M.J. Guarlnick (Ed.), Early childhood inclusion: focus on change (pp. 465-479). Baltimore: Paul H. Brookes Publishing Co.

Goldin-Meadow, S. (2000). Beyond words: The importance of gesture to researchers and learners. Child Development, 71, 231-239.

Kangas, K.A. & Lloyd, L.L. (1988). Early cognitive skills as prerequisites to augmentative and alternative communication use: What are we waiting for? Augmentative and Alternative Communication, 4, 211-221.

Reichle, J. & Karlan, G. (1985). The selection of an augmentative system in communication intervention: A critique of decision rules. Journal of the Association for Persons with Severe Handicaps, 10, 146-156.

Schlosser, R., Belfiore, M.A., Adamson, L.B. (1995). The effects of speech output technology in the learning of graphic symbols. Journal of Applied Behavioral Analysis, 28, 537-549.

Doctor Leaf responds

I got a response back from Dr. Leaf, which he gave permission for me to print. He followed up this response with another, expressing his displeasure that I posted my own letter before he had a chance to respond, thus opening himself up to criticism from all of you and further confusing the issues without having a chance to respond. He's got a point, actually. (Honestly, I didn't really expect a reply; I figured my email had enough of a "random kook" vibe to go straight to the delete folder.) My sincere apologies, Dr. Leaf.

I have to say, in all honesty, that I'm not sure that I agree with him that his quote was taken entirely out of context. In reading his response, however, it strikes me that the wording in USA Today ("If we could get children to talk without using technology, that would be our preference.") is a pretty indelicate distillation of what he says here, and I do agree that it doesn't represent his position very clearly.

Most of all, I appreciate that he took the time to respond, and I'm happy to pass that response on to you.

And yes, I do expect the rest of you to address me as Dr. Rob from now on. I mean it. I didn't not go to medical school so you could call me Mister.


Dear Dr. Rummel-Hudson,

I appreciate the opportunity to respond to your concerns. All too often people are not given a chance to respond and even sometimes create controversy perhaps when there is none.

Unfortunately, my quote was taken out of context. As I told the reporter, I believe augmentative devices are very useful. It is the reason why I often recommend schools and parents utilize any devise that will give their children the opportunity to communicate their desires and equally important connect socially with their parents, brothers and sisters and friends.

However, it would be parents’ and professionals’ dream for their children to be able to communicate without augmentative devices, just as we would prefer for children to be able to be successful in school without needing an aide. Or we would prefer that a child would not need medication to control their behavior. But when this is not possible or if it is a lengthy process then anything that will help our children is a godsend!

I am concerned that in the world of Autism the expectations are woefully low and too often people settle for a prosthesis when a child could actually learn the skill. In our clinic we find among preschool age children about half of them already have functional speech even before treatment and this is consistent with what the research literature shows. The research also shows that of those remaining 50% who are nonverbal, the vast majority of them can develop meaningful speech with intensive early intervention and will not require AAC devices (or PECS, or sign language, etc.) either as a means or alternative to vocal speech. This has been our clinical experience as well. I encounter so many families who have been told to simply accept their child’s handicap and are discouraged from seeking treatment that could make an enormous difference in children’s lives. It’s amazing to see how excited people become over a new device and fail to recognize that the it might not be necessary.

We think children deserve to have the highest level of independence possible. If that turns out to be best achieved through use of state-of-the-art AAC, I am thrilled. But if a child could be talking and is not given the opportunity to access state-of-the-art education and treatment, I am greatly saddened.

Nothing I have said should detract from the joy of parents and accomplishments of children who really do need alternate modes of communication.


Ronald Leaf
Autism Partnership

May 28, 2009

Calling out Doctor Leaf

Ronald Leaf, director of Autism Partnership, a private California-based agency, says he prefers to help autistic children such as JW learn how to navigate their world without gadgets. "If we could get children to talk without using technology, that would be our preference," he says.

Dear Dr. Leaf,

I was saddened and disappointed to read your comment in the USA Today article about the Proloquo2Go application for the Apple iPhone and iPod Touch. I felt it was a glib dismissal of a technology and a communications philosophy that has helped and will continue to help thousands of young people who are unable to speak but deserve to be heard.

I am the author of Schuyler's Monster: A Father's Journey with His Wordless Daughter, a memoir that tells the story of raising a little girl with a rare brain malformation that leaves her unable to speak. The book ends, and her future begins, when she is given an augmentative alternative communication device that helps to facilitate her speech. Four years later, because of this technology (in her case, a Vantage Lite, produced by the Prentke Romich Company), Schuyler spends the better part of her day in a mainstream third grade class alongside her neurotypical classmates. She recently passed the modified TAKS test (the No Child Left Behind component for the state of Texas) and is on track to continue her schooling and even graduate from high school. Where four years ago, she was pushed off to a special education Life Skills class and was given no prognosis for an independent life, Schuyler may very well get a chance to live whatever life she chooses. None of these possibilities were placed on the table until she had the ability to speak and to learn how to construct language. All of this, because AAC technology gave her a chance.

Schuyler is hardly alone in her achievements. Her story is only unusual in that she was ultimately able to receive the speech device that could help her. She and her fellow AAC users represent only a fraction of those nonverbal kids who stand to benefit from this technology. AAC helps thousands of kids and adults find a voice and overcome a wide range of disabilities, from Schuyler and her polymicrogyria to kids with cerebral palsy or, yes, autism. As you are no doubt painfully aware, the frustration of being unable to speak can be as crippling to a child as any physical or mental infirmity. I have seen it time and time again, children who were not just nonverbal, but closed up inside an internal world of their own, unable to make the basic human contacts that they needed so desperately. All because they had to struggle simply to make their most basic needs known.

Kids who use AAC technology gain more than words on a "gadget". (In all fairness, that was a word used by USA Today, not yourself.) They find a door into a larger world, a door once locked but now ajar and ready to be kicked open. Those of us who have watched AAC technology at work have found that when these kids are suddenly able to speak through the use of electronic assistance, they show dramatic improvement in other areas of communication such as sign language and even verbal speech. This effect is of particular interest, and promise, to children on the autism spectrum.

"If we could get children to talk without using technology, that would be our preference." As the parent of a child who can't speak but who has a world of things to say, I must confess that I'm baffled by that remark. If you are saying that you'd rather see these kids use their natural voices than a computerized voice, then of course I agree. But what if the path to finding that natural voice involved technology, as is so often the case? Would you dismiss that technology so casually if there was even a chance it could help?

There's more than just a chance.

Dr. Leaf, you were quoted by USA Today because you were perceived as an expert in your field. I sincerely hope that you will take this opportunity to educate yourself about AAC technology. The next time you are called upon for answers and for wisdom, you might just change someone's life, and give them a voice.

Robert Rummel-Hudson
Plano TX


May 26, 2009

Pinkessa and the Purple Cow

A short video of Schuyler using her device at dinner. Nothing earth-shattering, just a glimpse at how she uses Pinkessa in a normal dinner setting.

May 25, 2009

Memorial Day, 2009

I have no idea who put this together, but I'm glad they did. When I think of Memorial Day, I don't think of flags and pretty flowers, or speeches and justifications. I think of this piece of music. This is the "Libera me", the final movement of Benjamin Britten's War Requiem.

Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna,
in die illa tremenda:
Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra:
Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem

Tremens factus sum ego, et timeo
dum discussio venerit, atque ventura ira.
Libera me, Domine, de morte aeterna.
Quando coeli movendi sunt i terra.
Dies illa, dies irae, calamitatis
et miseriae, dies magna et amara valde.
Libera me, Domine.

(Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death
in that awful day
when the heavens and earth shall be shaken
when Thou shalt come to judge the world by fire.

I am seized with fear and trembling,
until the trial shall be at hand and the wrath to come.
Deliver me, O Lord, from eternal death.
When the heavens and earth shall be shaken.
That day, that day of wrath, of calamity
and misery, a great day and exceeding bitter.
Deliver me, O Lord.)


It seemed that out of battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And no guns thumped, or down the flues made moan.
"Strange friend," I said, "here is no cause to mourn."

"None", said the other, "save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world,
For by my glee might many men have laughed,
And of my weeping something had been left,
Which must die now. I mean the truth untold,
The pity of war, the pity war distilled.
Now men will go content with what we spoiled.
Or, discontent, boil bloody, and be spilled.
They will be swift with swiftness of the tigress,
None will break ranks, though nations trek from progress.
Miss we the march of this retreating world
Into vain citadels that are not walled.
Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels
I would go up and wash them from sweet wells,
Even from wells we sunk too deep for war,
Even the sweetest wells that ever were.
I am the enemy you killed, my friend.
I knew you in this dark; for so you frowned
Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed.
I parried; but my hands were loath and cold.

Let us sleep now...

("Strange Meeting" - Wilfred Owen, 1893-1918)


In paridisum deducant te Angeli;
in tuo adventu suscipiant te Martyres,
et perducant te in civitatem sanctam
Jerusalem. Chorus Angelorum te suscipiat,
et cum Lazaro quondam paupere aeternam
habeas requiem.

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine:
et lux perpetua luceat eis.

Requiescant in pace. Amen.

(Into Paradise may the Angels lead thee:
at thy coming may the Martyrs receive thee,
and bring thee into the holy city
Jerusalem. May the Choir of Angels receive thee
and with Lazarus, once poor,
may thou have eternal rest.

Lord, grant them eternal rest,
and let the perpetual light shine upon them.

Let them rest in peace. Amen.)

May 19, 2009

Movie night

On Tuesday nights, Julie has rehearsals for a wind ensemble she performs with, so these are usually movie nights with Schuyler and me.

Tonight she picked two movies beloved by little girls everywhere.

Cloverfield and Jurassic Park II.

She invited some friends to the second one.

May 18, 2009

No macaroni

Red again
Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob
I got a call this morning from Schuyler's teacher to discuss Schuyler's issues from last week. No one's overly concerned, I don't think, since the issues between Schuyler and her little frenemy seem to be both reciprocal and complicated. Yes, they are extremely competitive and can go for the jugular at times, and that remains something that we all need to work out.

But on days when one of them is absent, apparently the other will ask about her with concern and spend the rest of the day in a state of anxiety. While I don't see us scheduling any play dates over the summer (never say never, but can we have that play date near a liquor store?), I can accept the complexity of their extremely competitive but oddly co-dependent relationship. They are Adams and Jefferson, Rommel and Patton, Magneto and Professor X, God and Lucifer, Ernie and Bert. I think I'm going to stay out of it for now, at least until they marry each other.

In the course of the conversation, Schuyler's teacher shared another piece of information, one that she'd just received herself. It was the world's tiniest atom bomb, delivered casually but rocking our world; Julie started crying immediately when I told her.

The TAKS-M reading scores came in this morning. Schuyler passed.

Now, let me be clear. My feelings about this test and its inappropriateness for any kids, but especially for special education students, haven't changed a bit. My impressions about how Schuyler did on this test were based on her performance on the practice tests taken shortly before the real test, in which her scores were extremely low. Clearly something changed between that and the actual TAKS.

How did she do it? How did she go from a score in the low thirties to a passing grade? Schuyler's teachers worked hard with her and her classmates, but I was encouraged to hear them say that they weren't going to sacrifice a lot more time to this test at the expense of the actual curriculum. They worked with Schuyler on focusing on the task in front of her, rather than simply coaching her to do well on this particular test, and I can get behind that completely. That's a skill she needs, and one that has eluded her in the past. I think Schuyler passed this test because she was given the right tools to do so, but I also think she simply didn't like the idea of failing. I suspect her poor performance on the practice tests just plain pissed her off. And as we've all discovered time and time again, sometimes an insulted ego can be Schuyler's best motivation.

I believe more strongly than ever that these tests waste valuable teaching time and for most special education students present little more than an opportunity to remind them of how far they have to go. TAKS has little (if any) educational benefit to the students, in my opinion, and simply presents one more obstacle in the lives of kids who already have enough hurdles to scale as it is.

But once again, Julie and I and everyone who works with Schuyler are faced with a lesson that we've been given the opportunity to learn time and time again over the past nine years. Never ever ever ever underestimate Schuyler, even if we are doing so out of concern for her well-being and her developing self-esteem. She may be a smart little girl, or she may just be a stubborn little pain in the ass. But she doesn't like to be told what she's allowed to do, and she doesn't like to be told what she CAN'T do.

May 15, 2009

Two unrelated Schuyler stories

Red again
Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob

1) Condolences

Last week, I received an email from one of Schuyler's teachers. Actually, it was one of those e-cards, and along with the music, the condolences message and the animated candle, there was a note. "Schuyler told me that your father had passed away and I wanted you to know that you and your family are in my thoughts and prayers."

It was a very sweet message. It really made me kind of sad to have to write her back and say that while yes, it's true that my father passed away, it wasn't exactly a fresh tragedy in our lives. My dad died in 1990.

I'm not sure why, but Schuyler is a little obsessed with the topic of my father's death. I think the asymmetry bothers her, for one thing. She has a mother and a father, and so does Julie. The fact that I do not seems to bug Schuyler.

It's also the only real-world death that she's ever had to think about. Being Schuyler, she thinks about it a lot. She turns it over and over in her head, trying to make it fit in her world, like a puzzle piece. I've never shied away from the topic with her, and so she freely (and often) asks questions. When we drove past a huge, beautiful Jewish cemetery in Brooklyn, she asked if my dad was there. When she sees someone sick on television, she will ask me "Like your dad?" It's one of the reasons I have decided to delay my book about fatherhood for a few years. I think she might have something interesting to say about the topic when she's a little older.

Recently, Schuyler asked me if my father is a zombie or a mummy. Perhaps I need to start paying closer attention to what she watches on television.


2) Frenemy

It took me years (and the arrival of the Internet) to get my own, but Schuyler is ahead of the curve.

At the age of nine, she has her first nemesis.

They started off as friends, and if you ask Schuyler on a good day, she'll insist that they're not just friends, but close friends at that. This girl joined Schuyler's AAC class this year, and for the longest time, she and Schuyler were inseparable. They seem close in skill level, and they're both ambulatory, so it seemed natural for them to become friends, especially since Schuyler's previous best friend no longer attends her school.

Over the course of the year, however, the relationship has grown... complicated.

Now they can't leave each other alone, but as often as not, they are antagonizing each other. They disrupt class, they insult each other and are intensely competitive. When her friend gets upset, Schuyler knows exactly how to push her buttons and keep her in a state of anxiety. The stories that come home to us don't even sound like Schuyler anymore.

They sound like me.

It's been a recurring state of affairs for the past few weeks, and at this point we all seem like we just want to run out the clock on the semester and start fresh next year. Schuyler had a particularly rough day yesterday after trying to get her little frenemy in trouble, and it's going to be a long weekend of no TV, no computer and no hamster. (Swee has moved into our room for now, and last night I got an answer to a question I've had since we got him. Yes, he does use his wheel at night. A lot.)

Last week, Schuyler got in trouble at school during an argument with her friend in which the insults escalated to them calling each other "stupid". That's obviously a troubling word for them to be throwing around, especially since as special education students, it's one that they get to hear from the rest of the world enough as it is. I confess that I have developed a kind of prejudice against neurotypical kids, as hard as I try not to. I see a few of them snub Schuyler at her after school program when she tries to tell her "friends" goodbye, too cool to be seen talking to the Weird Girl. It's only a few of them, but it still makes me crazy.

But with her friend, it's hard, because they're both on the same side of that fight. "Stupid" is a word that I hate to hear her use against another SpEd classmate in particular, and so we all sat down and talked for a long time about respect and about the things we should never ever call someone else. I felt like a hypocrite, of course, and I made a little vow to myself to be more careful what I say about other drivers when we're in the car. I guess in that respect, we're lucky she called her friend "stupid" and not something along the lines of "fucknuts".

After our talk, it was obvious Schuyler was thinking about something intensely. She was clearly troubled by something. Finally she said, "Daddy, can I talk to you?"

She says this a lot, for reasons that we're not quite sure of. It feels a little like the movie cliche "Permission to speak candidly, Sir!" I think, however, that it's mostly her way of saying that she's got something important to say, so listen up and pay close attention. She started punching something up on her Big Box of Words, making sure she got her statement just right before speaking. As she activated the speech, she put her hand over her mouth, as if she was speaking forbidden words. I had to look away so she wouldn't see my smirk.

"But I think she is stupid."

She has since recanted that sentiment, but let it never be said that Schuyler can't hold a grudge. I have no idea where she gets it.


Update, 7:00pm

Ugh. She came home today with an even worse note. Apparently during art class, she called her friend's picture "stupid", too. Ironically, she couldn't spell it right for me when I asked her to tell me on her device what she said. She's learning how to spell the word right now, in her room, over and over on a pad of paper, like I had to do when I was a kid. If she loves this word so much, she at least needs to know how to spell it. We're going old skool.

And for the record, I never hate myself more than when I am disciplining her like this.

May 14, 2009

A few linty items from my Fancy Pants pockets

Schuyler's Monster
Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob
I have a couple of things of a self-promotional nature, begging your indulgence.

First of all, this Saturday, I will be appearing at The Richardson Public Library for the Homegrown Writers Open House and Book Signing, sponsored by the library and the Writer's Guild of Texas. We'll have some copies of the paperback to sign and sell, so if you live in the area and would like to come get a book signed in pink by Schuyler, or if you're a scary stalker and have been waiting for the perfect moment to strike, here you go. I'll even provide a map since I know how frustrating it can be to get lost on the way to a good stalking.

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My second item is for Kindle users. I know that my book was available for the Kindle for a while, but was withdrawn after it was discovered that the scan of the book was sort of crappy and unreadable. I've been told that it's being redone, but I haven't heard anything in a while. Frustrating, but not much I can do but wait. Well, you know, wait and bitch. Which I appear to be doing right now.

In the meantime, however, Amazon has a new Kindle service: blog subscriptions for the Kindle. So if you've always wanted to be able to read this blog on your snazzy Kindle reader, then today, dear hipster, I am here to make your dreams come true.

Because that's what I do. I'm a giver.

May 10, 2009


Granting from the outset that I am perhaps not speaking from a position of objectivity, it is nevertheless one of the great coincidences and treasures of my life that the two best mothers I have ever had the privilege to know have been my own mother, Beverly, and my wife, Julie. They've both been tested beyond what most mothers have to deal with, and like the quintessential action superheroes that they are, they've both come through the fire as stronger, better people.

My mother's adversities aren't ones that I'm going to write about. They are her stories and not mine. If she ever decides to tell them, I would happily serve as her biographer, but somehow I don't think that's very likely to happen. I will say simply that the years in which I was in junior high and high school were hard for her (not because of me, although I was definitely a little shit), so hard that I honestly didn't always know that she was going to survive it. She made mistakes, like any human being, but she paid for them more dearly than most. Her own mother committed suicide a few years before I was born, and during the worst of my mother's struggles, I always half expected to get called down to the principal's office, to find a police officer waiting or to take a phone call with the most terrible news a kid can receive, the same news she'd received all those years before.

I never got that call, because although even she wasn't aware of it at the time, my mother was made of stronger stuff. She's a survivor, and although I don't get the chance to tell her very often (like most action superheroes, she doesn't like hearing about her exploits), she's one of my heroes.

If, as is often suggested, men spend their lives trying to find a woman who reminds them of their mother, I couldn't have done much better than Julie. When I met her, she was twenty-one. It's funny to think back on that, but it's true. Twenty-one. Even then, it was clear that she was mature and capable of taking on big things in her life. We never dreamed that the big thing she would end up tackling would be a monster, however, or that it would be holding her child hostage and would require negotiations for the rest of their lives.

Motherhood is hard. Motherhood for a child with a disability is almost more than a person should be expected to take on. Sometimes people like to say that God never gives us more than we can handle, but those of us who have seen a lot of families with disabilities know exactly what a bullshit idea that really is. God overwhelms plenty of people; there are a lot of mothers and fathers who can't take it, can't face the loss of their imaginary Future Child and its accompanying narrative and can't handle their new reality. A lot of parents give up, bug out, disappear or live in a state of protective denial.

My book was about my perspective as a father, and I would have never felt comfortable trying to tell Julie's story. But it's a story that should be told. Julie is a lot less introspective than I am, and she spends a lot less time second-guessing herself or trying to come to terms with Schuyler's situation. Julie didn't have much use for God before Schuyler was born, but when we received the diagnosis in 2003, I think Julie discarded whatever lingering belief she might have had. Julie didn't need a God who would hurt her child, so she jettisoned him, rolled up her sleeves and took on the task herself.

Julie has been a rock for Schuyler, and for me. Her book would probably be much shorter than mine. Perhaps it would be one sentence long. "My daughter needed me, so I did what I had to do, and I did it with joy, because I love her with everything I am. The End."

The late J.G. Ballard wrote a followup book to Empire of the Sun in which he wrote about a life spent in the company of extraordinary women. I've lived that life as well, and the most amazing of them all is still growing, still developing. Schuyler is just beginning her own journey into a future as a superheroine, and she does so with the benefit of the two best role models I can imagine.

Happy Mother's Day, Julie and Mom. You're the best, and that's the truth.

May 5, 2009


Pinkessa's new ride
Originally uploaded by Citizen Rob
Last week, according to the news media, we were all supposed to be pooping ourselves in fear of the H1N1 ("Hiney") Mexican Pig Death Flu of the Apocalypse, and yet most of the anxiety Julie and I were aware of was from teachers here in Texas. Because last week, friends, was TAKS testing week. Abandon hope, all ye who bubble in answers here.

TAKS is the Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills. It's a standardized test given to primary and secondary public school students to assess their skills in writing, reading, science, math and social studies. No extra points awarded for roping and riding skills, sadly. It's tied to No Child Left Behind and federal dollars for schools and whatnot, and therefore it is apparently a Very Big Deal. We first began hearing about it during Schuyler's orientation, back during the summer, and not just casually mentioned, either. TAKS anxiety began in a very real way seven months before the testing began.

Standardized testing presents a host of problems to neurotypical kids, but for kids with special needs, those problems become even more problematic. In the case of the TAKS test, there is a modified version for kids like Schuyler, one that contains the same information but has modifications such as larger font sizes, fewer items per page, fewer answer choices and simpler sentence structure. There's also a more profoundly modified TAKS test for students with significant cognitive disabilities. Federal guidelines for NCLB require that all students, including special education students, take the test, and at their grade level rather than their ability level. No exceptions.

I don't know. On one hand, I feel like if we're really going to get behind the idea of inclusion, then I suppose being subjected to these horrible tests along with the neurotypical student population might just be part of that deal. And yet, it feels wrong to me. These are kids whose every educational experience has to be approached carefully and individually. Federal law requires the schools to develop an IEP (Individualized Education Plan) for every kid with a disability. These plans are carefully crafted by the student's entire support team, including the parents and sometimes the actual student, so that the particulars of that child's disability are addressed. Now we're asked to believe that a single version of a standardized test that has been universally modified is going to fit the needs of every special needs student in the big dumb state of Texas? You think? Because if it turns out that they're all broken in exactly the same way, that's certainly going to save a lot of people a lot of work.

The word that I'm getting is that these kids aren't doing well on these tests, modified or not, and that they are being demoralized by the experience. I'm not sure what we're hoping to gain from compelling special education students to take a test that many of them are simply unable to complete, not due to a lack of trying or an academic deficit, but because a disability interferes with their ability to sort through questions designed for neurotypical kids at their grade level. We add to the already daunting pile of frustrations that they face every day in school and in life, frustrations that we can't even begin to understand. What do we hope to accomplish from this? In what way does this benefit the students? We don't learn anything about the quality of the school or the teachers from these tests. We simply become one more little vampire, draining away another pint or two of hard-won self-esteem, and all for what amounts to phony educational window-dressing. Julie and I call this kind of thing "macaroni art".

Back when we lived in New Haven and she attended a general special education "Life Skills" class, little Schuyler would bring home these elaborate arts and crafts projects, ornate and sometimes even beautiful (inasmuch as art made from macaroni can be beautiful), but clearly not created by Schuyler. Every now and then, there would be some awkwardly placed scribble or randomly glued blob of paper on an otherwise pristine art piece, and we could see Schuyler's contribution. Macaroni art became a big joke to us, the idea that her teachers believed that it was in everyone's best interest -- theirs, Schuyler's and perhaps ours most of all -- to send home something clean and pretty and irrelevant. It was one of the most tangible indications that we needed to move.

Now we're in a different world, one where Schuyler is being challenged. But I honestly can't see how the TAKS test has any educational value. It's not a challenge so much as an obstacle. Despite her good classroom grades, Schuyler apparently didn't pass these tests, and didn't come very close.

Schuyler is on track to complete school and perhaps graduate one day. That sounds like a miracle, or even a dream to us. But there's a reality to be faced, too, and it's the same one faced by countless other families trying to make their way in mainstream education with broken children. Schuyler is going to get there, I truly believe it, but the obstacles she faces and has faced all along are slowing her down. Her curriculum is modified, and although she's thrown into the mix of neurotypical third graders, she's not there with them. Not entirely. Not yet. When she gets there, it will be at her own pace, and that pace is going to be determined by her teachers and her parents and most of all by Schuyler. But her monster gets a vote, too.

Fortunately, I finally found out yesterday, her advancement to the next grade level is an issue that will be decided by her ARD (Admission, Review and Dismissal) Committee, not the TAKS test. The ARD Committee determines what services a special education student requires from the school district, via the IEP. It consists of (among possible others) her special ed teacher, her mainstream teacher, her SLPs, an administrator (usually the principal), and us, by golly. So at the very least, we're not expecting to be caught unaware if there's a decision to hold her back. That could be a contentious meeting -- God knows we used to have THOSE on a depressingly regular basis, back at Schuyler's old school near a city whose name I won't mention but which rhymes with "Boston" and is full of hipsters, and, well, is called Austin -- but at least we won't find out from a letter in the mail.

Grade level advancement is a tough issue, because on one hand, we want her to advance, and she desperately wants to as well. She talks about fourth grade all the time now, even though we've been extremely careful not to ever mention it in front of her. If she gets held back, it's going to be a bitter disappointment to her. And it would be difficult to explain to her, after doting on her good grades all year, to then have to turn around and tell her she's not ready. But at the same time, if she moves on and she's not ready, it could all come crashing down in the future.

After the amazing year Schuyler had last year in second grade, I think we felt this year like we could finally relax. We didn't need to be the ever-present parents, looming overhead and trying to monitor Schuyler's day-to-day progress. But even though we trust her teachers now and feel very positive about her school situation, I nevertheless feel like we might have dropped the ball, particularly where her mainstream class experience was concerned.

At one point, we were discouraged by a teacher from getting involved in a project that was being done "in school". What Schuyler ended up with felt like macaroni art. Julie and I promised each other afterwards that we would never agree to something like that again. Ever. Occasionally we hear from teachers who say, "I wish there were more parents who get involved like you guys do!" And while I appreciate that, I also sometimes think, "Really? Are you sure about that?"

We were so happy that she was getting A's and B's in her modified curriculum that I think we neglected to get as involved as we should have this year. And I don't think Schuyler's modified curriculum was inappropriate, not here, in a special education program that is the envy of most schools not just in Texas but nationally as well. I suspect the education she's receiving exceeds what most special education students are getting. But we believe she can do better, much better, and I'm starting to think that in some way, perhaps small but still significant, Julie and I might have let Schuyler down this year.

Next year will have to be different.