“We are
the same as you,” the Emcee said in a halting voice. “But different!”
It was the annual production of the music therapy group my son belongs to. It’s diverse, with a wide range of ages, races, disabilities and functionality levels.
This
year’s show was unique in that its lines were written by the performers
themselves. “A Hero’s Journey” expressed the joys, frustrations, and triumphs
of life with a disability.
Some
participants wrote their lines conventionally. Some used picture boards. Some
used a methodology called Rapid Prompting Method (RPM), which helps non- conversational
individuals express themselves by spelling out responses on a letter board. Students
used whatever methodology best gave them a voice.
Dreams.
Fears. Intelligence. Some wrote many lines, some only a few. What shone
throughout this fun evening of song, dance, and drama written by the kids was that
we have under-estimated the special needs community.
The audience heard of dreams,
with the talent and intelligence to fulfill them. We heard fears. Society as a
whole discriminates against the inability to express oneself, to do life
in a typical manner. Special needs make people different. But they are the same:
desiring to excel, to be given a chance, to study, pursue their dreams,
contribute to society. I could write a series of blogs on what I heard that night. Mostly, we heard their desperate need for a voice.
To
hear them, we need to listen slowly. Intently. Without preconceived notions.
Sometimes, via methods and technologies we aren’t comfortable with.
People with special needs deserve
respect. Because they often can’t talk well, or don’t appear intelligent, we
make assumptions. We think they don’t hear or understand us. What we heard,
over and over that night, was that they get it. There’s a smart, sensitive, feeling human behind the foolish façade. They understand when they’re dismissed as
irrelevant. When they are cut, they bleed.
Our
son has autism. He is verbal, but doesn’t express feelings well. Using RPM, he
wrote this line:
“I am afraid of the frustration of this sucky
autism life.”
My husband and I were devastated.
We didn’t know he felt
that way. We hoped we could compensate for the pain of disability. We hoped he wasn’t
bothered much by the things he couldn’t do. We hoped he was content.
Hope is not a strategy.
He’s been doing well,
but sometimes the frustrations of sensory overload and seizures and not being
able to make himself understood overwhelm him.
Then there’s a meltdown
. He’s 19, husky, strong. The meltdowns
are ugly, the consequences steep.
He’s getting better at
control and medication helps, but sometimes it’s not enough, and Vesuvius
blows. Afterwards, he cries and apologizes. We all cry. It is sucky, this part of his Hero’s Journey.
Now that we have heard
his voice, we won’t stop listening.
We’re all on a journey
called life, with enemies and allies. But with special needs, the enemies are
stronger and more numerous. Sometimes they are in unexpected places, like the
school system. The allies are fewer. Many are scared because the needs
overwhelm them. They feel helpless.
There are basic tools. Care,
try to understand. Be willing to reach out.
Overcome your fear of what could happen, and invite a special needs person
on an outing. Suggest your organization sponsor a special needs event or
scholarship. Teach your kids they don’t have to be afraid of someone who
drools, or talks funny, or doesn’t talk at all. It’s hammered into us not to
discriminate on the basis of race, sex, religion or sexual preference. Let’s
add disability to that list.
Special needs
individuals are on a tough journey. They are Heroes, but if they’re going to make
it, they need allies like you and me.
What do you think when
you see someone with special needs? What do you do? How do you react?
Think through that.
Because after all, people
with special needs are the same as us.
But
different.