Monday, November 11, 2019

The Gift of Advocacy

         







         As a mother of a child with special needs, my life has been enriched. Never in the way I thought or anticipated. Heaven knows that before my sweet William was born into our family I had different ideas of what I envisioned for my whole-hearted life. As hard as this road has been, I can’t imagine how lost I would be without this choice opportunity to raise such a special child. Oprah Winfrey once said, “There is no greater gift you can give or receive than to honor your calling. It’s why you were born. And how you become most truly alive.” My William has illuminated the path of my calling. I never in a million years would have chosen this life for myself, and for that reason I’m grateful it chose me. Among the different callings I have discovered, one of my most rewarding roles has been that of an advocate.

Little William was born full-term and quickly whisked away by doctors who immediately tended to his pre-known heart condition which would require open-heart surgery a few months later. This heart defect is common in babies with Down syndrome, and he was diagnosed with this genetic disorder while in my womb at 20-weeks gestation. This boy would endure the next year of hospital visits, and continue with over 10 speciality doctors for the unforeseeable future. At 3-years-old, William was diagnosed with autism, and his public school education had to change tracks since his learning was better provided in an autism-based ABA classroom. Although the Down syndrome and autism don’t help, his inability to speak is more in due to his third diagnosis of apraxia. The life of an advocate has been at the forefront of my mind as I’ve battled with doctors, teachers, therapists, and administrators. Has it been grueling? Yes. Has it been exhausting? Yes. Have I made mistakes, felt exasperated and without hope? Absolutely. But with all the sleepless nights, not to mention the extra fine lines and wrinkles, I can confidently concur with Oprah that living my calling has helped me become truly alive.

What is it about the hat of advocacy that is so rewarding? For me it has been the bond and magnetic pull that my heart has formed with William. The last 7 years of his life I’ve dealt with denied requests interspersed with life-altering victories. But the irony has been that the joy of advocacy has had little to do with the outcome, and more to do with the rewarding relationship I continue to cultivate with William. Indeed I’ve found a direct correlation between my advocacy endeavors and the strength of my heart strings that are fettered to his. It’s hard to put in words, and also impossible to articulate, but those who have experienced similar journeys know and understand its beauty and power. I feel this is the foundation of advocacy, it’s beginning point and crucial start, as hearts and minds are weaved together in love. Indeed, it makes me feel truly alive.

I’ve often heard that those with disabilities have some type of super-human power. Those that are blind are known to have a keen sense of hearing. Those that are deaf have eagle-sharp eyes. It’s like our bodies recognize our deficiencies and somehow have a way to overcompensate our anatomical imperfections. So what is William’s super gift? To discern and dispense love. He knows quicker than the rest of us when a therapist comes over to just check the boxes. It’s actually quite comical. He doesn’t give them the time of day. He freaks out over the nurse who carelessly takes his blood pressure or doctor who doesn’t look him in the eye. But those specialists and friends who love their job and are smitten with sweet William find magic and synergy as they work together. In truth, I do not know who benefits more. And I believe that these people too have found their calling and what makes them feel alive.

I’ve learned that my success with advocacy has a direct correlation with how meticulous I’m able to discern William’s thoughts and feelings. I spend countless hours observing, watching, and searching for common threads as he responds in different settings. Maybe it’s because I study the different levels of his psyche, learning his motivations as well as his intentional or non-intentional responses. For example, on a daily basis William screams. It drives my husband and I crazy. It can be constant, and it can also be inconsistent. With each scream, I try to discern the source and/or motivation of his screams. Is it physical pain, emotional frustration, a form of negative communication, or a manipulative desire for attention? I’ve spent hours away from my family advocating to doctors for medical solutions, only to find later the crux of his screams were behaviorally attributed. Heaven help me. The opposite has also occurred. I’ve minimized and disciplined William’s screams out of belief they were behaviorally rooted, only to discover later that he was in physical pain, and actually needed medical attention. The sting of mommy guilt indefinitely ensues, and yet somehow I muster the strength and determination to wake up the next day and continue working. Thus I’ve learned that the best advocates have sealed their whole selves to the individual that needs saving. And it is here I finally feel authorized to speak in William’s behalf and thus receive the power to more fully advocate in his best interest.

Are you still reading? Have I lost you yet? I know this is deep, but it’s something that clearly I’ve thought long and hard about because I live it every day. Getting the empathy part right in my book is half the battle. Because for me, once I’m there, once I’ve tried my hardest to put myself in William’s shoes, I’ve found the natural byproduct has been an impression and/or vision in how to help him. It’s here I’m able to concoct out-of-the-box solutions, and/or draw simple conclusions. These thoughts are almost always backed with an energy and passion, an after burner which propels me forward. I’m grateful for this strength because after all, I also have three other young children at home. :)  Sometimes this process is quick and easy, and other times it takes years of trial and error. But regardless, this process has always been worth the wrestle. I echo at the words of Hellen Keller, “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, but felt in the heart.” Amen Hellen Keller! Amen.



1 comment:

  1. Lindsay
    I heard You on the all in podcast and then found your blog. I have Walked a similar path and it has been such a blessing to read about your journey! I have asked the same questions and learned to let faith in Christ and submission to his will coexist. I knew reading your thoughts was an answer to my prayers and then the lord put an extra stamp of proof on it as I read and discovered that my son was also born on Jan 14. He is 10 now, he has autism and is non verbal. My husband and i rely on that enabling power daily because we are so exhausted. I also understand the joy of connecting your heart so deeply with your child to determine his needs and be his voice. We love him with a whole new level of love and he brings out the best in us. Thank you for sharing all you have discovered in your journey!
    Katie Meikle
    Boise Idaho
    katiemeikle@gmail.com
    Boise Idaho

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