In an interview Ian Brown did with NPR two years ago, a disability masochist is somebody who made the decision to make their disabled child the most important thing in their life and the only important thing in their life. And they commit to that position and then when reality suggests there are other decisions, they get angry about it."
Well, I've started getting angry, and I don't like it. It's like, I feel like I have to be a one woman crusader for special needs.
For example - the attachment parenting board is currently discussion the issue of praise. And, a few people said that they shake their head and 'LOL' whenever they hear a parent say "Good Job" to their child for going down the slide. Now, all I want to do is post a reply, pointing out how incredibly lucky they all are. You better believe the day my daughter goes down the slide by her self (if that day ever arrives) I will be "Good Jobbing" all over the place. THESE WOMEN HAVE NO IDEA and it infuriates me to no end. Not that I want anyone to ever go through what we've been through. But, their inability to see, and be sensitive to the other's experiences is just so upsetting.
I already blew up on a post in 24+ Months. And, of course, it got me no where. It doesn't feel good to have these feelings. I honestly think I get myself more worked up about these things than I should. I think, I'm not giving them the same luxury I'm asking them to give others. I'm not seeing things from their point of view. But, then I read their responses over again, and I get myself all worked up again. I'm tired of being a crusader. I'm tired of no one listening. I'm tired of feeling like no one understands and feeling so isolated. Ugh. I just hate this feeling. Anyone else ever feel this way?
In any case, thanks for listening to my vent.
Re: Vent: I don't want to be a disability masochist
I would be judged non-stop, we over the top praise for things like making eye contact when her name is called. They can think what they want.
I got mad at the preschool teacher because she asked me if she was allowed to say if DS is overwhelmed with the private therapies. Umm, no. If she was in my shoes she would do her utmost to help her child just like I am.
Of course, I have to be DS's cheerleader when he pees in the potty and claps. I clap with him. I have to be on it with reinforcers. I put Halloween lights in both of our bathrooms and that is a reinforcer, too!
So when DS smells or takes a bite of a new food, I simply describe what he did in a pleased tone of voice, "You tried cauliflower!" I try not to say "good job," because eventually "good job" will have to become a more desirable reward. When he tries to wipe his own butt, I say "DS wiped!" because (and this will sound callous and horrid to some of you) he's supposed to wipe his butt after he poops. It's not a "good job-" it's the next step. My son receives praise and hugs and reminders that he makes Mommy happy when he does things, but I am very careful about the type of praise I give and when.
I grew up with a pretty sheltered cousin who received a lot of praise every time he did anything somewhat useful around the house. He had a terrible time adjusting to adult life and while living with us in college was a terrible slob. He did the dishes one night after a few months and made sure that everyone knew he had done them. My dad, who is not known for his tact, said, "Congratulations. Want a cookie?" My cousin was sunk because he truly expected to receive praise and thanks for contributing to the household.
I don't think there is one right way. We all have to do what works for us and our children.
DD1, 1/5/2008 ~~~ DD2, 3/17/2010
DD1, 1/5/2008 ~~~ DD2, 3/17/2010