Best Practices? Hello?!

*photo: Mishelle Lane of Secret Agent Mama

I've got a Bee in My Bonnet. And it's a BIG'un!

We've entered a new phase of our disAbility journey. We're in high school now. All those years of attending workshops, seminars, classes and conferences, (remember, I'm a seminar slut,) and we are staring at the door marked "Future." We're at the threshold. And, I. Do. Not. Like. The. Looks and Sounds. Of things! 

A couple years ago, I smelled something skanky. I knew from the start of this journey that we live in the 49th state in the nation in terms of what it provides to people with disAbilities. But, somehow in grasping onto the clouds of higher visions involving some form of supported independent living and integrated workplace, I forgot…There's no one but my lonesome to pay for these things.

Is that why, then, that we are–to quote Tennessee Disability Coalition founder and director Carol Westlake: flying hard and fast BACK into the seventies? Frankly, folks, I'm a little PISSED off that teachers, school systems, state workers, even other parents and new providers arriving on the scene are touting segregated living and employment models like they are the latest and greatest.

HELLO? Anyone ever heard of a little term endorsed by the NIH (National Institutes of Health) called: BEST PRACTICES?! We haven't worked this hard to integrate our students with disAbilities. From institutions to being "allowed" to go to school, from special schools to general education schools and then, to end up, like Carol says, flying back into the 1970s wasteland of depressingly low wages and expectations and working environments, i.e.: sheltered workshops.

Listen, I respect those who've made these choices, especially those who truly had no other modes. But, it also kinda confuses and worries me when other parents have been raising their children in the same period of history that I have and are opting for these models. Yes, we do have a right to make our individual choices and I need to respect them. But, let me ask: did these parents make that choice because a teacher or a state worker or a provider sold it to them as the latest and greatest? Or, are they making it because it seems safer and less risky? Because maybe they are scared? Maybe still grieving that little Johnny was diagnosed with autism (or, insert other disability) when he was 3–20 years ago? I know such parents are there. I meet them frequently.

Okay, maybe I'm being a little harsh here. Really, I need to exercise compassion for those who are doing their best. Those who think the offerings they provide are the way to go. And the truth is, for some people they are the best and the way to go! And, it may help a special needs parent sleep better at night to know their son or daughter with special needs is locked up in a segregated dormitory "where they will be safe." I need to respect that heart-felt fear. But…if you are listening…can I urge you to know disAbility history of why we've tried to move away from such models, about the injustices, abuses and horrors that were and can still be wrought in such environments? (As well?)

Hey, and did you know–I'm not talking to just parents here–that there are people (I've met them) even those with what would be classified as "severe disAbilities" living in some form of independence and working out in the…real world. The real world. The real world, where I've always taken my daughter to school, to shop, to worship, to play. I'm not going back. I'm not leaving. I'm staying right here. And, dammit, I will roll up my sleeves and I know I cannot wait on some assinine state entity to do the things, which by law they should be providing. I must do it myself. That is my vision. That is my plan. Pray that we do not end up a statistic. One who tried but ended up enrolling in segregated programs because…I got too old, too tired, too broke, could not find an open door, no matter how many I knocked upon….It happens. It happens. But if enough of us who dream for MORE for our children with disAbilities refuse to give in or give up, I'd like to think, collectively…we can make it happen. It is happening. But the momentum has not gotten cranked enough. Help me. Help me crank it up. Please.

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0 Responses to Best Practices? Hello?!

  1. From what I’ve seen, there are so many more things offered in the public schools for young children with disAbilities. You are so creative and proactive–maybe you’ll be the one that makes good changes start to happen!

  2. Ahem. On a lighter note: that picture was taken at the Blissdom10 blogging conference. It documents a “Cover Girl Smoky Eyes” makeover gone bad. Real bad. Like, who am I? Aging Goth Mom? The mistake I made was in telling the nose-pierced, tatooed 20something, for whom I was the last in a long, long line of mostly younger women (none of whom ended up looking this bad,)that–when she asked me what look I wanted, I responded–“I want an evening look.”

    “What kind of evening?” She asked next. Already run out of ideas, baffled with the additional question…”uh, uh, nightclub! Like the one we are going to in a few minutes to hear Harry Connick, Jr.!”

    Oops. And this is what I got. AND, if anyone dares to comment that it looks good, I’ll respond just as I did to the women who said the same to my face: “LIAR!” 🙂

  3. JoLyn: thank you. I know it will take more than me. Power in numbers. And, I know there are others who agree with me. There is some change afoot in the advocacy arena. I have decided to keep repeating this message every opportunity I get to people, various venues, etc. Someone has to say wake up and smell the coffee. It’s unconscionable that our “leadership” does not know better.