Welcome to Planet Zorg
My heart is
heavy as I write this; acutely aware of the two recent high profile cases in
the American media regarding autism. The untimely death of two beautiful souls
who did what thousands of kids have done before them, and thousands will do
again; wandered off from under the watchful eye of their parent or carer.
Mostly, though, this ends happily and through hugs, tears and frustrated relief
family and child are joyously reunited. The recent cases in the media serve as
a stark reminder that not all cases end quite as happily ever after.
Most people
think that autism is a thing; a diagnosis or description to label a condition.
This is partly true, and yet for those of us living with it day in day out the
fallout is so much more than a simple one-word conclusion. Caring for a child
with a complex disability like autism is all consuming; there isn’t one part of
my life that remains untouched by B and his needs. Do I choose this? Of course
not. Please don’t presume I am an overbearing mother who can’t bear to unwrap
the cotton wool from her precious boy. I don’t choose the guilt that comes from
being unable to meet each family member’s needs. I don’t choose the endless
battle for the right support and services. I don’t choose the absolute
exhaustion that starts every day when I wake up. I don’t choose the ignorant
and hurtful comments that are thrown my way on a regular basis. I don’t choose
the total isolation this thing brings with it. I don’t choose the stabs of
jealousy that come thick and fast when I watch other people’s regular families.
I don’t choose the uncertainty of the future and I definitely don’t choose the
grief I carry with me daily. Autism demands everything and B’s disability
necessitates I give all of me, all of the time. It takes one second for tragedy
to strike; one moment of taking my eye off the ball for it all to come crashing
down.
There is a
well known poem written with the aim of giving regular parents some sort of
insight into the world of parenting a special child. It’s called ‘Welcome to Holland ’ and while I
identify with a lot of it, I also find it to be slightly too trite and neat to
represent the mad chaos that comes with this crazy journey. So I decided to
write my own version.
Welcome
to Planet Zorg
Having
spent the previous few months preparing for our mission, the moment has finally
arrived. We’re on our way! Cramming all our summer clothes into the allocated two
tiny cases we grin excitedly at each other. Family gather to wave us off into
the sunset as we board our space shuttle; The Jupiter Express. We’ve been
assured by mission control that although our family won’t physically be with
us, the newly developed super speed connection will ensure we have contact
whenever we need it. Slight apprehension sets in as we buckle up our belts, but
grasping each other tightly we remind ourselves that we’re ready for this. Months
of training from the Jupiter Committee mean we know exactly what to expect on
landing- the climate is hot and dry, the landscape a patchwork of rolling hillside
and the weather fairly predictable. Eating solely Jupiter cuisine for the
duration of the training means our systems are well adapted to this new food,
even if it is an acquired taste. There are occasional freak storms but the
natives are friendly and besides, we’ve been prepped to the hilt in knowing the
language and customs of the planet. Occasional gaps in our knowledge will be
inevitable, so we’ve been warned, but there’s a fully comprehensive support
system in place for that, with Ground Control a simple call away.
5….4…..3…..2……1….BLAST OFF! Bustling
crowds fade into the distance and the next leg of our journey begins; now we’re
on our own.
After
several hours the Jupiter Express crash lands onto the planet, turbulently and
awkwardly like a hippo on ice. In all the run-throughs back on earth that
landing had been perfect and yet the real thing leaves us shaken and dazed. Nursing
our bruises, we limp to the door with undeterred passion, enthused about
finally DOING, rather than simply WAITING. After much effort the door
eventually swings open and unease gives way to cold hard fear as we survey this
strange new planet. The icy blast of air tells us something is very wrong, and
peering out spiky snow covered mountain ranges replace the expected rolling
hillside. Rising up steeply into a cold unforgiving horizon the confusion threatens
to overwhelm us until from somewhere we remember our training. Grabbing the
phone we frantically dial Ground Control. Nothing. Dialling again… still
nothing. It soon becomes clear in the chaos that we’ve lost the connection; somewhere
along the journey we’ve ended up crashing onto a planet outside the realms of
our knowledge or experience, a place we are entirely ill equipped and
unprepared for. Cold fingers grip our hearts as we struggle to keep warm with
the few clothes we’ve brought with us. Stepping out into the unknown we are now
entirely dependent on gut instinct alone; everything that’s gone before
crumbles against the bleak backdrop and hope fades as we realise our utter
aloneness. Where are we? This planet was never even on our radar.
This planet was never
even on our radar.
Love you guys.
ReplyDeleteSo true. I'm glad I discovered your blog and look forward to having the time to read more! From another Mum of 4 with one ASD.
ReplyDeleteHi Collyer! Thanks for following-I don't think you can ever over-educate people on the crazy life we lead hey?! Check out the other posts-I'll follow you too..nice to have a kindred spirit on board!
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