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Please Stop Saying “Committed” Suicide


By Kyle Freeman

Before my brother Jeff died by suicide, I never thought about the language used to talk about suicide.   Immediately following his death and for a long time after, I was so shocked that the terms used to describe how he died mattered little.  But as time passes, and the shock subsides, I’ve discovered that I bristle each time I hear the expression “committed” suicide.   Historically, in the United States and beyond, the act of suicide was deemed a crime.  Until as recently as 1963, six states still considered attempted suicide a criminal act. This is so insanely absurd to me that I’m not going to expend any more energy on the history of the topic but if you’re interested, here’s a link.
Thankfully laws have changed, but our language has not.   And the residue of shame associated with the committal of a genuine crime, remains attached to suicide.  My brother did NOT commit a crime.   He resorted to suicide, which he perceived, in his unwell mind, to be the only possible solution to his tremendous suffering...
https://18miles.wordpress.com/2010/05/20/please-stop-saying-committed-suicide/

5 Things a Prenatal Test May Not Tell You About Your Baby

By Melanie Gomez

This wasn’t the first time I found myself comforting a pregnant momma whose doctors have diagnosed a problem with her unborn child. Prenatal tests indicated her child to be imperfect and that termination would be in the family’s best interest. I’ve experienced these conversations before. The doctor will provide all of the medical and cognitive complications that will very likely be present at birth.
I have no issue with doctors presenting the facts to parents so they can make an informed decision. Families make these impossible decisions every day. My only issue is that doctors can’t inform any parent completely. Their prognosis can leave out extremely important factors parents should know.
I have the privilege of knowing several children whose parents were given that same advice. These children have undergone multiple surgeries, and their families have faced many challenges to keep their children’s lives going, literally and figuratively. Those parents and their sweet children, along with my own, testify to the “facts” of being a special needs family that a medical prediction doesn’t include.
For the benefit of my sweet friend who is now facing this decision, I’ve compiled an incomplete list of things your child’s diagnosis may not tell you:
1. A child with special needs can change your life for the better.
You can discover places in your heart you never knew existed. They’re like untapped fountains that can only be opened by a child with special needs. I know special needs parents who have found their life’s calling wrapped up in this journey.
2. A child with special needs can unleash the fighter inside you that you never knew existed.
You can become stronger, more fierce and every area of your life will be affected forever. You can attain a new level of toughness and resiliency...
Get the full list at The Mighty.
http://themighty.com/2015/08/5-things-a-prenatal-test-may-not-tell-you-about-your-baby/

6 Reasons Being a Single Special Needs Parent Rocks


By Ally Sanderson

Being a single parent is a tough task on its own, but being a single parent to a child with complex medical issues just makes it even tougher. I’ve always felt sad I had to handle everything on my own — until I realized it just makes me even more badass! I’m OK being single for the rest of my life, and I kind of look forward to proving I can do as well as any two-income home with or without a child with special needs. My confidence level has taken me almost three years to reach, but it’s a wonderful feeling to be where I am today with just my son and me. I believe if I can do it as a young, single mom, anybody else can, too!
Here’s a list of why I think being a single parent to a child with special needs rocks:
1. I get to make all of the decisions.
In my situation with my son, he does not and has never had a “father” in his life. Luckily, that means I’m the only one who chooses what I believe to be right or wrong for my son. I get to chose the school, the medication, the daycare, the respite worker and the discipline style. Plus I can co-sleep with my son without any complaint.
2. There’s twice as much love.
My son is the biggest cuddler ever. So I get all the hugs, snuggles and sometimes kisses I want without having to share. (I know… I’m selfish.)
3. The one-parent-only policy for hospital rooms isn’t a problem.
In all the hospitals my son has been admitted into, they have a strict policy about only one parent being in the room with the child. Luckily, I can be the one with my son the entire time to comfort him.

Get the full list at The Mighty.

http://themighty.com/2015/08/6-reasons-being-a-single1-special-needs-parent-rocks/

The Letter I Want My Daughter to Read If She Gets Bullied

By Lindsay Smith

The issue of bullying and kiddo meanness surfaced when I recently talked to other special needs parents. It made me realize our battle against bullying may be a tough one, but it’s one I know we can win together.
The other day I was swapping stores with a friend whose child also has some physical limitations. She shared that her 4-year-old was made fun of in a bouncy house because she didn’t “hop like everyone else.”
Is nothing sacred anymore? 4 years old?! A bouncy house, for god’s sake?! What is this world coming to?
After we had that out of the way, we moved on to how to parent during that tough, horrible moment. We agreed the best course of action is helping your child, your baby, through the bullying just as we were helped by our loved ones.
One hard lesson I’m going to need to learn as a parent: Kids get picked on. It doesn’t matter what you do to protect them; it’s bound to happen at some point. And I think our job as parents is to help them learn from it, to treat others with respect and to move on and be stronger because of it.
To my own baby girl, I hope you read this one day and know your mom truly gets it.
My Dear Olivia Michelle, 
This letter is for you to read when you’re sad and feel alone, like the world is against you.
You are not alone.
I was picked on. A lot. The random person standing next to you at the store was also picked on.
One day, you’ll find people who love you for who you are, I promise.
When you’ve had your feelings hurt, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I know because I’ve been there. Not because of spina bifida or some other disability; just for being a kid who was different in some way from everyone else.

Exhibit A that Mom “gets it”:
In fourth grade, I got glasses six months into starting a new school. I went from semi-popular to bottom of the barrel practically overnight. My “friends” wrote a play about me where I got beat up (perhaps worse, I really blocked out the details), and I didn’t go to my last two weeks of school because they made me feel so horrible. Then we moved back to Illinois. (Yay!)...
Get the full letter at The Mighty.


Babies On Display: When A Hospital Couldn't Save Them, A Sideshow Did

By NPR Staff

Close to a century ago, New York's Coney Island was famed for its sideshows. Loud-lettered signs crowded the island's attractions, crowing over tattooed ladies, sword swallowers — and even an exhibition of tiny babies.
The babies were premature infants kept alive in incubators pioneered by Dr. Martin Couney. The medical establishment had rejected his incubators, but Couney didn't give up on his aims. Each summer for 40 years, he funded his work by displaying the babies and charging admission — 25 cents to see the show.
In turn, parents didn't have to pay for the medical care, and many children survived who never would've had a chance otherwise.
Lucille Horn was one of them. Born in 1920, she, too, ended up in an incubator on Coney Island.
"My father said I was so tiny, he could hold me in his hand," she tells her own daughter, Barbara, on a visit with StoryCorps in Long Island, N.Y. "I think I was only about 2 pounds, and I couldn't live on my own. I was too weak to survive."
She'd been born a twin, but her twin died at birth. And the hospital didn't show much hope for her, either: The staff said they didn't have a place for her; they told her father that there wasn't a chance in hell that she'd live.
"They didn't have any help for me at all," Horn says. "It was just: You die because you didn't belong in the world."
But her father refused to accept that for a final answer. He grabbed a blanket to wrap her in, hailed a taxicab and took her to Coney Island — and to Dr. Couney's infant exhibit...
Get the full story at NPR.
http://www.npr.org/2015/07/10/421239869/babies-on-display-when-a-hospital-couldnt-save-them-a-sideshow-did?utm_source=facebook.com&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=npr&utm_term=nprnews&utm_content=20150710

4 Birthday Presents I’d Love to Get as a Mom of a Child With Down Syndrome

By Julie Gerhart-Rothholz

Today is my birthday. I’m not sure if it’s the maturity that comes with age or the fact that I’ve learned from my little guy with Down syndrome it’s not all about me, but when I’m asked the question, “What do you want for your birthday?” it’s not material things that come to mind.
In the four and a half years since my son was born, I’ve been motivated to give back, help people along in their special needs journey, and connect people who can help with organizations and people who need help. My hope is that as I continue on this journey, I will make an impact, be an influencer and drive change.
So this year, my answer to “What do you want for your birthday?” is this: about five minutes of your time to ask you to do the following:
1. Visit www.changingthefaceofbeauty.org and learn about inclusive advertising. Then encourage businesses you use to join the campaign. People with disabilities are the largest minority, and as a group, have significant disposable income and are brand-loyal to the companies that embrace those of different abilities.
People with disabilities, people like our loved ones, consume the same food, clothing, toys, and goods that those without disabilities consume, yet they’re often completely left out of advertising. Changing the Face of Beauty seeks to help make sure our loved ones are included in advertising. They believe if it becomes part of the norm to see people of all abilities in advertising, then it will be part of the norm to see people of all abilities included in our workplaces, too.
2. Connect with the organizations helping our loved ones. For me, those organizations are The National Down Syndrome CongressThe Trisomy 21 Program at the Children’s Hospital of PhiladelphiaThe Buddy WalkThe Montgomery County Down Syndrome Interest Group,  andThe T21 Club of the Delaware Valley. These organizations can help so much in providing you resources, medical information, support and a sense of belonging...
Get the rest of the list at The Mighty.

http://themighty.com/2015/07/4-birthday-presents-id-love-to-get-as-a-mom-of-a-child-with-down-syndrome/#ixzz3fEHderL0

5 Ways People With Sensory Sensitivity Celebrate the Fourth of July

By the Mighty Staff


Here at The Mighty we were discussing how to help our readers with sensory sensitivities in celebrating the Fourth of July. We decided to put the question out to our lovely Facebook community, asking:
“For those who live with sensory overload, what are some ways you or your family celebrates the Fourth of July?” 
From here, we compiled five tips from our Mighty readers into this video. Enjoy!
1. Get glow sticks and sparklers.
You can experience the bright colors of the Fourth of July in a controlled setting. Sparklers are fun to watch and glow sticks really light things up.
2. Use noise-reduction headphones or earplugs.
Many readers shared that their children were able to see the colorful fireworks without all the loud booms. (Colored earmuffs are an especially fun accessory!)...
See the other tips and video at The Mighty.
http://themighty.com/2015/07/5-ways-people-with-sensory-sensitivity-celebrate-the-fourth-of-july-12/

Mental Illness and School: Parents and Teachers This Year CAN Be a Success!

By Leisl Stoufer

Our son, Cody, began presenting signs that something was “wrong” at a very young age.  The first “red flag” went up when he was just eighteen months old.  By the time he was two we were becoming more and more concerned, but as new parents we assumed that our “Terrible Twos” were just exceptionally terrible.
But the “Terrible Twos” turned into the “Horrible Threes” and the pre-school years were even worse!
Exhausted, we decided to enroll Cody in a pre-school program.  As an only child, we thought that interaction with other kids would be a good idea.  We found a reputable program and  signed Cody up.  We were thrilled.
But almost immediately, I began receiving phone calls.
“Cody is in trouble”
“Cody didn’t follow directions.”
“Cody was aggressive.”
“Cody wasn’t able to be still during story time.”
“Cody was written up again today”
“Parents are complaining about Cody”
And finally….
“Cody can no longer attend our program.”
And so we tried another school.
And another.
And another after that.
We got kicked out of every one.
All I heard was how difficult Cody was and how I had no control over my child.
But they couldn’t control him either.
I began to internalize the criticism and before long I was convinced I was a terrible mom.  All the other kids behaved.  Why couldn’t I get it right?
My self esteem was shot.
I can only imagine how Cody must have felt.
I knew that Cody was a challenge.  I lived with him.  (Believe me,  I knew!)  But I needed respite and I needed help!  If I couldn’t handle him and the professionals couldn’t handle him, what were we supposed to do?
Desperate for help and answers, we tried one more pre-school, at the local Baptist Church, and we were blessed with an incredible teacher named Ms. Pam.
Ms. Pam worked with Cody and she was willing to “think outside the box”.  Instead of making Cody sit still during story time, she allowed Cody to play with legos or blocks.  When she asked him to tell her about the story, he was able to recite the storybook word for word.  Her system worked!  Ms. Pam loved Cody and she recognized Cody as a precious child of God.  Cody graduated from Ms. Pam’s class and he even participated in the end of the year program.  We will never forget Ms. Pam.
The following year we enrolled Cody in a Pre-K special education program.  When I went to pick Cody up the first day, I dreaded hearing what the teacher would say.  Bracing myself for criticism, tears filled my eyes when the teacher told me that Cody was a helper and he had an excellent vocabulary.  She only offered praise.
Through my tears, I looked at her curiously, waiting  . . .  and wondering . . .
But before I could ask my question, she answered it.  She said, “You already know all of the bad things. I want you to know the good things.”
I still get choked up thinking about those words.
Twelve years and multiple hospitalizations later, Cody  is now sixteen-years-old.  He has a diagnosis of Bi-Polar Disorder and ADHD, he is oppositional and defiant and he has sensory processing issues. Cody is a sick kiddo, but he is also very smart, very mechanical, incredibly loving and kind, he is artistic, and he has a great sense of humor.  We adore Cody.
And Cody suffers from mental illness.
Cody is currently getting his education at a residential treatment center in Utah. This is his second time to be placed in a residential setting.  Sending our son to live somewhere else has been devastating, yet we have fought for these services.  Cody is sick and Cody requires a higher level of care.  The best news is that Cody is thriving in his new placement.  We are thrilled!
Over the years, as we have navigated our nation’s failed mental health care system, and worked with our educators to help our son, I have learned some important lessons .  Thankfully, I no longer hang my head in guilt and shame . . .  In fact, I am proud to say I have learned to effectively advocate for my child.  With the help of our school district, we have finally found some success.
Parents and Teachers, this is for you.  As we enter into a new school year, I want to encourage you. You all play a significant role in the lives of children affected by brain disorders.  Your partnership is critical to the success of the child...
Read Leisl's advice at Bold Faced Ministries.
http://www.leislstoufer.com/?p=1025

My Princess (insert label) ASD + ADHD Girl

By Jeramy Hope

This week we received a diagnosis of Autism for our princess. Last year it was ADHD, the year before ear problems and before this hearing issues.
This has been a 5 year journey of experimentation, failings, labels, and stereotypical comments. She’s  “naughty , loud, weird” , we were constantly being told by school “you need to get her checked out” “there is something wrong with her” “have you considered testing?”
Glasses prescribed, grommets inserted, hearing tested, IQ testing, and behavioural optometrist sort for advice. Each specialist sending detailed reports on how to help her.
But still the label “naughty, misfit, failure, loud.”  were how people viewed her.
We just know her as Jenna.
This week as I sat and pondered what this diagnosis means to us as a family and to me as a dad, I was at a loss.
Getting it wrong for the past 5 years I asked myself these questions:
  • Did that lesson my abilities as a Dad?
  • I missed the signs for Jen, what else have I missed?
  • What did I do wrong?
  • Why did I miss all the signals?
I soon got over myself and came to the understanding that the girl I know as Jenna is still the girl I adore.
Read the full story at My ASD Princess.
http://myasdprincess.com/2015/01/24/my-princess/
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I Have Autism. Here Are the 5 Things I Want Parents to Know.

By Alex Lowery


I was diagnosed with classic autism when I was 4. I found the word a terrifying place. In some ways, it’s still a frightening place for me. But I have reached a point where I am a professional public speaker on autism.

Parents often ask me to give them advice for their children who are on the autism spectrum. There are many things parents don’t understand about their children with autism. Here are things I wish parents of children with autism would understand.

1. Autism doesn’t mean their child is lost.
This would probably apply more to parents who have younger children with severe classical autism. I’ve heard some parents say they feel like autism has taken away their child’s mind and soul and left their body behind. I’d like to help all the parents understand that their child’s mind is still in there.
When I was about 4, I mainly spoke in my own language, but I had a level of understanding to a degree. I found the world to be a terrifying place with heightened senses and frightening people. I go into more details about this in my book about my life, “Thinking Club: A Filmstrip of My Life as a Person With Autism.”

2. Don’t assume because a child can’t talk, he or she also can’t think.
This is closely related to my previous point. Some children with autism can’t talk, and there are some who will never learn to talk. However, just because they can’t talk doesn’t mean they have nothing to say. It’s important to find any way you can to communicate with them whether it’s using sign language or getting them to type out their feelings. There are also non-verbal people with autism who show extreme intelligence when they type out their words onto a keyboard...

Access the full story at The Mighty.
http://themighty.com/2015/06/i-have-autism-here-are-the-5-things-i-want-parents-to-know/