Monday, February 13, 2017

Heartbreak Open



It's heartbreak that those of us who experience it rarely share, such is the pain. Our children with severe intellectual disabilities, while valued as part of their family and school communities (and often not even there) have few independent friendships and little to no opportunities for social interaction other than the times arranged with -- yes -- those people who are actually paid to be companions or to put on social programs and acitivities. There's a scene in the Caregifted documentary Undersung in which I ne of the caregivers, Ramona, says very quietly that she is resigned to always having to pay someone to interact with her autistic son. It's a moment in the film where I sort of stop and sit still, paralyzed yet intensely aware that I am really only made of bits and pieces, shattered.

Despite loving aides at school, a kick-ass teacher and group of students she has practically grown up with, Sophie has few friends outside of her family and the two women who have helped care for her over the years. Ok. She has none. I have largely given up on outside people, including friends and family, to take that kind of interest in her. Although bitterness occasionally rears up, I'm more inclined to understanding and accepting it, choosing to confide in my peers, other mothers and fathers who are long-time caregivers. I am pretty much resigned, like Ramona, to arrange and pay for Sophie to have companionship. She will be aging out of the school system this spring, and the nagging worry of what might come next is just that -- a nagging worry. I foresee a huge transition in my mind and soul, even if I do find a good day program for Sophie. It will be the next great twisted milestone in a long line of them, the chain of them, the tail of the dragon.

Swish

We live, I think,  in what I sense is the break of the heart, not out of choice but of necessity, and it's not the disability that we mourn, the differences of our children. They are complete and whole even in their brokenness. If disability is a construct, our heartbreak is for those who would persist in looking away, whether it's the culture or the persons within it -- you and you and me -- leaving our children isolated, looked on at best with kindness and at worst not at all.

During these tumultuous times, when it seems that the whole sane world is struggling to WOKE, I've found a new friend, a woman who is intent on her own young daughters being woke as well. I've known her for a long time but really only as an acquaintance, so when she asked me whether her daughters could possibly spend time with Sophie, I confess I rolled my eyes inwardly. I might have put bitterness aside, but I can still be cynical, and whether that's a defense mechanism or not, it's hard and well-earned. I did not expect anything to come of it. My friend's girls are eleven and fifteen years old, committed ballerinas and breathtakingly beautiful. They have clear eyes and when they first came over, they spoke openly to me, asking questions and observing Sophie in her room. They were sort of unbelieveably magnificent, if I can say that.

I'll say this, too: They have been spending time with Sophie, have come to our house on Sunday morning and spent time with her.

Yesterday, Sophie had a big seizure in the early hours before dawn. She had an amazing run of more than a month without any to speak of, so I guess it was time. Resignation. Acceptance. The girls had planned to come over, but I texted my new friend to tell her that it might not be a good time. This new friend is brash and funny and persistent, to say the least. She literally insisted that her daughter could sit with Sophie as she rested and give me a break. I took a breath and gave in. Circe came over, walked into Sophie's room where she lay recovering from the seizure, went to the bookshelf and pulled down James and the Giant Peach. She sat down on the floor next to the bed and began reading to her. She read more than fourteen chapters in a quiet voice, adapted to Sophie sitting up by sitting next to her and continued to read.

 I only poked my head in every few minutes to check on them and eventually stepped into the shower where I cried a bit, my tears diluted by the water streaming down my face and over my breasts, under which my heart with its scars, that break where we live, became a channel for them, a pathway down, a pool, an ocean under my feet.

25 comments:

  1. Reading aloud to someone is as sweet as a giant peach.

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  2. You brought tears to my eyes. I wish the best for you and your girls. Were I nearby, I know both of my now adult daughters would love to spend time with her. As would I.
    Mike

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  3. Someone reading out loud in a calm, quiet voice sounds like the most soothing thing. So glad these girls are helping out. x0 N2

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  4. This whole post has me in a puddle of tears. <3 So beautifully expressed. It makes me think of a line I read somewhere, our children's first friends are their therapists.

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  5. Oh Elizabeth. No words.❤💔❤️

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  6. More parents like your friend please! What an outreach that could grow into. A benefit to the giver, the recipient and the world.

    Best,
    Bonnie

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  7. Count me among those who have been brought to tears by this post.

    I love your fierce mother heart. ❤

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  8. My heart.
    The reading, the presence. The being.
    The soul of us all.
    The heart of us all, even as we seemingly go on, one by one.

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  9. Tears. Oh, Elizabeth, this is what I might never understand but for you, the way to heart stays broken open. I am so moved by your new friend and her girls, and I am so grateful you chose to share this here. We learn, little by little, undone by your honesty, hard-edged resilience, and tender, broken grace.

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  10. Brought to tears and to awareness! May we all reach out to those near us who may have similar needs. Thank you for being honest and educating us! ❤️

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  11. This. All of it. Thank you for teaching me so much.

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  12. Among those in tears at the beauty of this.
    Xoxo
    Barbara

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  13. The Tears and the Joy of it Moved me greatly. Yes, it is a Heartbreak when Socially there is that struggle for those we Love and who have Socialization barriers. While ours is different, and centers around Social Stigmas associated with the Isolation and sometimes exclusion of those with Serious Mental Health Issues and Behavioral Challenges, it is indeed something I have cried a river of tears myself over... both in Sorrow... and in Joy when the unbelievably magnificent turn up in our lives. I'm so Happy for Sophie... and for you... that these new Friends are enriching Life! Dawn... The Bohemian

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  14. Katie has no friends either. My own siblings never once offered to even take Katie for a walk or do anything with her. Not a god damned thing.

    There have been three young women, sisters, who have all cared for Katie at one time and they see her occasionally which is lovely. But Katie has no peers, no friends, not even a dog.

    I'm very glad to hear that there are two young girls who want to take the time to be with Sophie. That is a lovely gift, for her and for them.

    Good news, Katie's cannabis has finally been ordered. I am hopeful.

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  15. Compassion and empathy personified. Beautiful.

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  16. Dear Elizabeth,

    Reading MLK biography right now in these troubled times. The humans all around us who put their shoulders to the wheel, sometimes reluctantly, or angrily or with resignation. Or with love and faith. Or all of it. Metta is one of the divine abodes and it means lovingkindness-which I send to you and your family abundantly.

    love always,

    Beth

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  17. Bravo for those girls and their mother! I'm glad they get to benefit from Sophie's company, and vice versa.

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  18. thank you, Elizabeth. I've been reading you for a long time, quietly lurking. As we (senselab.ca) build something we're calling The Three Ecologies Institute, we think often of the power of neurodiversity to teach us how else knowledge is crafted.

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    1. Thank you for your comment, Erin, and I look forward to learning more about Senselab. It sounds incredibly interesting and exciting --

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  19. I am so sorry Sophie had another siezure. How very beautiful of the mom and those children to befriend and spend time with Sophie. So special❤

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  20. I bet those beautiful girls love it. The simplicity of being Sophie's friend. I wish all relationships could be as simple as being in each other's presence, enjoying a soothing voice reading someone else's story. I wish all three of these ladies were my friend too.

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  21. I've been a silent reader( and admirer) for long. I too have a 7 year old daughter with refractory epilepsy; and this touched me. She was invited for her very first playdate this week-and I cried a little in the bathroom when the mom reached out to invite her over to play .

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  22. That is one of the most beautiful things I've ever read. After the last month (year), it felt good to be touched in a positive way by something I've read.

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