Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lost. Show all posts

Monday, December 17, 2012

STOP SPREADING AWARENESS????

12/17/2012 1 Comments
On Friday, December 14, 2012, a horrific thing happened at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown,CT.  A shooter forced himself into the school and opened fire killing 20 students between the ages of 6-7 along with 6 adults. He also killed his mother before going to the school. It is very heart breaking, many young lives that just began were ended way to soon. Out of all my fears as a parent, never would I have imagined this. 

My son is 6 years old and he has Autism. When I send him to school I expect that he comes home safe and sound. Some days, I haven't wanted him to come home because of the struggles and overwhelming stress. Today, I feel guilty for that; so I hugged him a little tighter and a little longer knowing that some parents will never get to see their child come home. For some parents, the only thing left is the shoe that they couldn't find a match for before rushing for the bus, unfinished Christmas preparations, the Legos on the stairs, and stains in the carpet. I can't even imagine the pain they must feel. 

In the past year we have come so far in gaining respect and acceptance for children on the ASD spectrum.  In light of these events there are new fears that are now coming up and existing. Our children have always had to deal with ignorance and misunderstanding. Media has brought this to a new level. Whenever events like this occur everyone grabbles trying to come up with reasons why. Sometimes, it is bullying, abuse as a child or mental instability. This time, the media chose Aspergers, a developmental disability characterized by difficulties in social exchanges and repetitive patterns or behaviors. This is a form of autism. It has always been my goal to spread awareness and understanding. 

On a personal level, with two boys on the spectrum, I have always wanted to gain more acceptance for my children.  This is because of the lack of acknowledgement and understanding people have towards children like mine. Many do not understand but make assumptions that the behaviors the children display are simply due to a lack of discipline. 

The reason why this is affecting me is because of a situation that that arose on Saturday. My daughter sings in a youth group and we were at her concert. I allow my son to use my camera during the performance to help keep him calm. I over heard a woman complaining about my son, so I took him out of the room. During the intermission I approached the woman, apologizing for my son disrupting the performance and explained he was autistic.   She immediately understood. The part that bothered me was the comment made to me regarding my explanation. Someone approached me saying that I should be careful what information I share with people. I have not censored his diagnosis since I came to terms with it and that is exactly what I replied back to her. It wasn't until I got home that evening that I understood why she said that. She was looking out for my son's safety because of the recent media frenzy. Today many parents fear sending their children to school and out in the community as others may perceive them as dangerous people. They may notice behaviors and lash on him angrily just because he has a neurological disorder. Yes, neurological, not mental illness!! 

I am angry that Aspergers has been brought into such a gruesome situation.  It hasn't been confirmed by doctor's which makes it all speculation. Speculation by a group of peers that may or may not have kept in touch with him since school. Speculation about when he was "an awkward teenager". I don't know what teenager doesn't go through those "awkward" moments, but this is how society works.  Society needs to be able to make sense of a senseless act of horror.

The stigma that everyone on the spectrum has to live with, is now larger and the fear is greater.  9-11 was yet another disastrous situation that occurred and the same domino affect happened. Anyone who wore a turban or looked middle eastern was targeted; not because they were bad people but because they fit the description.  I have the same fear regarding children on the spectrum. Do I still spread awareness in public or is it dangerous? Is this going to cause unnecessary fear toward my child? Will there be more bullying? Are hate crimes going to occur? Maybe I should stay inside to avoid the stares and comments, but what would that solve? Nothing!!

 We as parents need to be sure not to allow our fears to take control. If we allow this to affect how we spread awareness it will set us back 20 years. Now is the time to say NO, I will not hide away! These are wonderful children and we will not hide their diagnosis or abilities away for fear of others having the wrong information. These are our children and we MUST stand up and fight even harder for them.  We must be understanding of other's lack of knowledge and continue to provide accurate information. We must be willing to keep moving forward in our battle towards research, understanding and acceptance. We are the voice for these children. We are their advocate and no one can change that. 

I want to remember all of the precious gifts that were lost. My thoughts go to their families, friends, and community. I also want to send my thoughts and love to the children, teachers and staff at the Sandy Hook Elementary school who survived this tragedy. My thoughts go to the families of the wonderful staff that lost their lives protecting our young children. There is never any way of knowing what tomorrow will bring so, hug them a little longer, tighter and always tell them you love them. 

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

30 Days of Truth Day 3

11/30/2010 1 Comments

Something I have to forgive myself for:


I think of all the things I need to forgive myself for, and there are many, so I will start my list and see where it goes. To start I think I need to forgive myself for allowing my past to dictate my future. While this may seem confusing, it is something that I have accomplished now. Back a few years, I was falling into the same situation over and over and over again. I mean I think my son is repetitive, maybe he got it from me. LOL.. No, really, I didn't know what love was and so I kept putting myself in abusive relationships. This was in part to do with my childhood as well as low self esteem for myself. I have come a really long way since then and I have to remember to give myself kudos for what I have accomplished.

Another big item to forgive myself for was hurting and pushing away anyone that ever got close to me. It really hasn't gotten me very far as I actually have lost contact with a countless amount of people that were very good to me. I tend to get scared, yes me, scared. I get scared that if they know every aspect of me they won't want to be around and so when I feel as if they are getting too close, I do something completely stupid to make them go away. I know I do it and it is controlled so much better but I do it and I always put myself down for it. But, I guess the truth is, if they really truly want to know me and be a part of my life, they will be around no matter what I am going through. I think I need to be more open and honest with myself and the people I love about how I feel and accept that they may not be able to relate or agree and that is ok.

Well, I think I have procrastinated enough, the true and biggest thing I have ever done (that I can't seem to let go of) is the abortion I had in 2008. I was with someone that I thought really loved me, we were engaged, but it wasn't real. He was abusive verbally and physically. One day it became sexually, as he held me down on the bed and took what he wanted. I feel myself getting angry as I am typing this but I think maybe this will help me. About a week after this happened, (no, I didn't leave, not yet) he violated me for the last time when he dislocated my jaw and then proceeded to chase my daughter when she was calling for help. Never ever was my daughter in this position and the thought of forgiving myself for putting her there is out of the question. I can't, but I found the strength to pull myself up off the floor and protect my baby. Lets just say that when the police got there he looked worse than me. My daughter was in the car where I put her, locked safely. They took him away and he went to jail. I did the right thing and I pressed charges.

About a month later I found out I was pregnant. I hemmed and hawed over what to do and honestly, I feel like I made the right choice. I didn't want to bring another baby into the world under those circumstances. It just wasn't right, and up until that point in my life I was against abortion. My views changed when I was in the spot of making a choice, not just for me but my family and the unborn. Do I think about that day? Yes, I will never forget it. Just so you know they had to knock me out to do the procedure and it was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I think I need to forgive myself for that above all else. I let my baby girl go and I look at my other babies and wonder what she would have been like. What color were her eyes, hair? I can say that even though I have not forgiven myself completely for this I do feel that it was a choice and I did my best to make the right one.

(If you want to see previous days please click on the tag 30 days of truth)

30 days of truth: day 2


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Monday, November 29, 2010

Monday- Lost Identity

11/29/2010 5 Comments
Anybody else lost their identity since motherhood? I am a mom, first and foremost but I am so much more as well. I need some help because my name has now disappeared and become Krystal, Jocelyn, Jacob and Charlie's mom!  I think by the time I have wandered into the years of freedom again not only will I not understand the concept of drinking hot coffee but I may not even remember my name. 

It is either I am related to as someone's mother or the mother with a child on the spectrum. I can see it now, I am 50 yrs old and I walk into the restaurant I have always dined at and the waiter says,"Hi Charlie's mom I will seat you now."  LOL...  I was almost mortified when I went to a parent teacher meeting and not once did she address me by my name. It was,"Hi, You must be Krystal's mom. She is such a sweet young lady.", and ending the meeting with,"It was a pleasure to meet you Krystal's mom." Where did I go?  At one point I even told my children they could call me by my given name in hopes to protect my identity. But then, I found them using it when they were mad and saying, No Charlene I don't want to. That stopped quickly and again I was thrown into the crisis of a multiple personality disorder gone wrong. 

The person I was born as has slowly disappeared. I don't even know what to do with myself when I don't have children in tow. Now, this does not happen often, yet this weekend I found myself playing Mario just to have some normal in my life. Scary, I know. I even went into my son's bedroom to "check" on him, but the problem is he wasn't home. I am determined to find Charlene and if you see her can you tell her I am looking for her? You can refer to me as MOM or advocate, or well anything that pertains to the children in my life. Now I am not complaining but this double life is taking a toll on me as I seem to have lost my double, and I can't find it. 

Does anyone know how I might regain my identity? Can we actually lead a double life, or should I adjust to this change of name? My identity remains lost in the mist of motherhood. Does yours?