May 27, 2013


Today at Support for Special Needs:
There has been so much conversation, so many choices to be made, all focused on enabling Schuyler to have the opportunity to fully realize the potential of the technology that so many people worked so hard to provide to her. That technology has changed her life. The early years are crucial to language development. It was almost too late when she first started at the age of five, and we did what we had to do to give her that tool before the doors slammed shut for good, pride and principles be damned. I would do it all over again, except years earlier.

May 23, 2013

She's waiting.

Schuyler's IEP Redux took place yesterday. Her previously unsatisfactory speech and language goals were revisited and the new plan for restoring Schuyler's AAC proficiency was worked out, at least on some level. How did it go? I'm not sure how to answer, honestly. The specific goals we wanted were added with a minimum of resistance, and some really good discussion took place that I think will lead to improvements next year. There's a big thing we're asking for that I don't think we're going to get, and it feels important enough that I really believe that without it, everything else might just fall apart, so I'm advocating hard. But no decisions about this big thing were made yesterday, which I suppose is something not altogether like bad news.

The meeting was going well, and Schuyler was listening attentively to our timeframes and our plans for implementing better AAC standards. She answered questions and understood (and agreed to, more importantly) the things we asked her to consider for next year. It was clear she was thinking a great deal about all this, about how her verbal expression needs to take a backseat to her assistive technology for now, and the kind of communication she needs to focus on in the near future. We've talked about all of this before. Schuyler is facing the future of her own communication, and she's making plans.

It wasn't until she passed us a note during the meeting that I realized all over again how much her plans still include the miraculous.

"How I can talk like my friends?"

Schuyler is looking at the things we're asking her to do, and I think she's going to be willing to do the work required to make those things happen, and to improve her situation.

But she's also waiting. She's waiting for someone to tell her when she'll be able to talk like everyone else. She's waiting for a solution, and a miracle. She's waiting for this to be behind her. Schuyler is waiting, patiently but steadfast, for her monster to leave her alone at long last.

She believes she will talk. And no amount of discussion about her brain's deeply, congenitally flawed architecture is going to divest her of that belief.

It's heartbreaking. We have this discussion every so often, maybe twice a year, and she always accepts the reality of what she's told, but with an unspoken caveat.

"I'll accept that. For now."

And the worst part is, I get it, because I don't allow myself to completely let go of this most improbable of dreams, either. I overbelieve, and sometimes that means keeping the door slightly ajar, like accommodating the return of a runaway cat that's been missing for months, or even years. I do my overbelieving quietly, because expressing it out loud doesn't do anyone any good.

Schuyler waits for something that will almost certainly never come. Even knowing the reality of her condition, I can't express that without including the "almost". She waits, and she never gives up on this hurtful dream. Knowing that it hurts her, I still can't bring myself to tell her that it can never happen, because I owe her the truth, even if it's just MY truth. And my truth hasn't given up hope, either.

This summer will mark a decade since Schuyler's polymicrogyria diagnosis. She's been waiting for someone to help her, to cure her, to fix what's broken, for ten years now. It breaks my heart that she's still waiting hopefully. It also binds my heart together a little to quietly and secretly hold onto a few strings of that hope with her.

We're fools, the both of us. I can live with that.

May 20, 2013

The Things That Matter

Today at Support for Special Needs:
It's easy to get lost in the world in which we live. It's so easy to forget how quickly things can change. It's not hard to miss how what seems like a quirk of development, an unusual manifestation of the architecture of a child's brain, can turn into epic loss with one unfortunate firing of electricity. The world we live in can feel comfortable, even when it's grey. We think about a future that might have color, but we sometimes allow ourselves to forget, for hours or days at a time, that the future could also contain bitter darkness, and that today's manageable monster may grow fierce and hungry in an instant.

May 13, 2013

One Small Light

Today at Support for Special Needs:
If you're here, you get it. You're almost certainly part of the club. You have a disability, or your kid has one, or someone you love or work with. We may not have anything else in common, but the thing that we do share isn't small. When I come here and I write about Schuyler or my own fears and triumphs as a parent, you might say that I'm right, that sounds exactly familiar. Or you might say I'm full of crap. But you're probably never going to say "Oh, that never occurred to me." Because if you're in the club, there's very little that hasn't occurred to you, often in the middle of the night when the shadows are long on the ceiling and the future grumbles softly under the bed.

May 8, 2013

No Heroic Measures

Hero. It's a word that gets thrown around rather freely, particularly in the disability community. You read about hero teachers who change the world for a kid. You read endless stories and remarks about hero parents who do things that other parents say they could never do. (This is bullshit, by the way. No one is ready to do what special needs parents must do. You learn how, usually through screwing up dramatically, you figure it out, and you do so in a hurry because who else is going to do it? You figure it out and become a "hero", or you put a hose in the tailpipe of your car in the garage and you give up. Most of us heroes choose the first option, for some reason. Well, that's what makes us so heroic, right?) You read about heroes in the community who do heroic things like daring to treat someone with a disability like a human being who has intrinsic value.

We seem to have set a pretty low bar for heroes.

I think perhaps the most troubling use of that term is also the one that is the easiest to embrace. The heroes aren't those of us who care for kids with disabilities. At best we are sidekicks, or the eccentric scientist who creates crazy cool tools for Bruce Wayne. But he's still the guy who has to take those tools and go be Batman. If anyone is a hero, it's the child with a disability who steps up and perseveres and overcomes obstacles, right?

Except it's not that simple. It's not that heartwarming, and while it might make for a sweet story on the Today Show, you can decide for yourself if one more piece of inspiration candy ultimately represents a positive step forward.

Kids like Schuyler aren't heroic. They aren't "differently abled" (unless they can fly or shoot lasers out of their eyes). They aren't here to teach us how to be better people or to show us the way to God, although they most certainly do both those things. Schuyler wasn't born to turn me from an asshole to, well, perhaps somewhat less of an asshole. Her existence isn't predicated on her ability to inspire others. She does these things, but she does so largely without trying, and without any responsibility or expectation.

Schuyler doesn't want to be a hero. She wants to be a Schuyler.

Kids like Schuyler ultimately forge their life's path for themselves, either with the help of good people or despite the machinations of bad ones. That effort can look heroic. It can require years of patience, and feats of herculean personal strength. Able bodied people can look at that effort, and we can see heroes. But it's important to remember that when we do this, we are unintentionally making a statement, to ourselves and to the world and to our kids.

We are setting them apart. We are identifying them as different, and even if in our eyes that difference is a good thing ("heroes!") rather than a thing of pity ("people who are less"), it's still an isolating difference. Kids like Schuyler face the fact that they are different every day of their lives. Some of them simply feel different; others feel broken. And the hard truth is that both of those things are probably true.

Kids with disabilities aren't engaging in heroics. They are engaging in life, striving for the things that make us all human, even if they are different, even if they are impaired, and even if they are broken. When we fetishize that work, when we elevate their daily struggles into heroics, we miss the opportunity to give them places at the table. We give adulation when the most valuable thing we can offer instead is authentic relationships.

Superman is a hero, but does he have any friends? He's a superhero, even, but can he have those authentic friendships if he's not perceived as human? (He has his "Super Friends", true. But it's important to note that they, too, are superheroes. Outsiders. Heroes set apart.)

Does that loaded word, "hero", accomplish anything positive, or are we better off without it altogether?

Now, having said all that, I must confess something, a weakness stemming from fatherhood and perhaps from overbelief. I recognize the folly of the hero concept, but I don't always push it as far away as I should. I know better, but the honest truth is that sometimes Schuyler can feel a little like a hero to me. That's not just because she was given a brain that is literally about three quarters broken and yet she's ambulatory and smart and funny as hell and a swell percussionist and a natural poet. She didn't decide to make that busted brain work despite itself. That was just one of those inexplicable miracles of science.

Sometimes, though.

Sometimes I watch how she navigates the crap hand she was dealt, and it doesn't look all that bad to me, not the way she does it. Not all the time, or honestly even most of the time, but in those Chumbawamba moments when she gets knocked down and she gets up again. I don't always see how she does it, and I wish I had those deep wells from which she draws, the ones that power her through the hard spots, which are many. I feel that way even when I realize, very occasionally, that perhaps I do possess those deep wells after all.

Schuyler isn't a hero, and she shouldn't be lauded as one, lauded and separated and ever so slightly dehumanized. She's not differently abled, she isn't a special little angel of God, and she's not doing things that any other kid wouldn't try to do if placed in a similar situation.

She's not a hero, but she is a remarkable human being. If I absolutely required the services of a hero, I suppose she would do in a pinch.

May 6, 2013

Tooth and Claw

Today at Support for Special Needs:
Overall, it wasn't a bad IEP meeting. Most of the team was very responsive to the philosophical shift we asked for, and they seem eager to find a way to engage with Schuyler in a more comprehensive way. It did feel a little like IEP meetings of old, where we fought tooth and claw for what we felt our daughter needed. It was emotionally exhausting, like being attacked by vampires and bled dry,and we both felt like we'd resorted to becoming Those Parents for the first time in years. Not a great feeling, but a necessary one, I guess.
Schuyler's poem, recopied by memory as we took the photo she wanted for her blog post.

May 2, 2013

GUEST POST: A Poem by Schuyler

(I was alone with no ones there!)

The grass looks green and the sky looks blue but everything else looks gray
The pine tree looks monsters and the sea looks horses in the hill
The desert looks brown and it feel tiny and alone with no one there
The mountains looks old and wise likes wizards with their masters
I feel tiny and alone with no one there in the dark cave.
I feel super tiny in the deep way of the ocean.

-- Schuyler Rummel-Hudson

Photo concept by Schuyler