Off Topic Rant

I am seriously annoyed that I have to lug the eldest to the pediatrician to get a note for school saying he doesn't have conjunctivitis. Damned new nurse at the high school is feeling her oats. She doesn't know my son and is too arrogant to trust those who do.

These "professionals" -- bureaucrats & administrators -- don't have a fucking clue what it's like to have a kid with multiple disabilities. They don't see a trip to the doctor as the total pain in the ass that it is -- the wheelchair, the lifting, the ramps, the van, the parking, the diapers & extra clothes that have to accompany you everywhere you go, the logistics of finding a suitable (safe/clean/discreet) place to change a 75# young man's diaper if it becomes necessary, the hassle of recapping 15 years of complex medical history to a clinic doctor who is unfamiliar with your child & who doesn't have the time/energy to scan all 3 volumes (each 3" thick) of his "chart" -- because you couldn't get in to see his regular doctor on such short notice.



And they wonder why we insist that it's not our children themselves who are the stressors.

At least the weather's nice.

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Where Are the Parents? By Sue Stuyvesant, Parent Hey everyone. For those of you who don't know me (I'm only an occasional poster) I am mom to Michelle, 9 years old, microcephalic, athetoid/spastic CP, cortical visual impairment, seizure disorder -- and CUTE! OK, now for the reason I'm posting. To make a long story short, earlier this week a question was asked by some nitwit official as to why there weren't more parents (of special needs kids) involved in the local PTA and other issues that have come up that directly involve our kids. His question, which was passed on to me was, "Where are the parents?" I went home that night, started thinking - and boy was I pi**ed - and banged this "little" essay out the next day on my lunch break. By the way, I took copies of this to the school board meeting that night, gave it to a couple of influential people and it WILL get around............. Where are the parents? They are on the phone to doctors and hospitals and fighting with insurance companies, wading through the red tape in order that their child's medical needs can be properly addressed. They are buried under a mountain of paperwork and medical bills, trying to make sense of a system that seems designed to confuse and intimidate all but the very savvy. Where are the parents? They are at home, diapering their 15 year old son, or trying to lift their 100 lb. daughter onto the toilet. They are spending an hour at each meal to feed a child who cannot chew, or laboriously and carefully feeding their child through a g-tube. They are administering medications, changing catheters and switching oxygen tanks. Where are the parents? They are sitting, bleary eyed and exhausted, in hospital emergency rooms, waiting for tests results to come back and wondering, "Is this the time when my child doesn't pull through?" They are sitting patiently in hospital rooms as their child recovers from yet another surgery to lengthen hamstrings or straighten backs or repair a faulty internal organ. They are waiting in long lines in county clinics because no insurance company will touch their child. Where are the parents? They are sleeping in shifts because their child won't sleep more than 2 or 3 hours a night, and must constantly be watched, lest he do himself, or another member of the family, harm. They are sitting at home with their child because family and friends are either too intimidated or too unwilling to help with child care and the state agencies that are designed to help are suffering cut backs of their own. Where are the parents? They are trying to spend time with their non-disabled children, as they try to make up for the extra time and effort that is critical to keeping their disabled child alive. They are struggling to keep a marriage together, because adversity does not always bring you closer. They are working 2 and sometime 3 jobs in order to keep up with the extra expenses. And sometimes they are a single parent struggling to do it all by themselves. Where are the parents? They are trying to survive in a society that pays lip service to helping those in need, as long as it doesn't cost them anything. They are trying to patch their broken dreams together so that they might have some sort of normal life for their children and their families. They are busy, trying to survive. ~ ~ ~ Sue Stuyvesant 10/15/96: Permission to duplicate or distribute this document is granted with the provision that the document remains intact. Sue passed away in October 2003. Michelle passed away a week before she was to turn 18 in September 2005.