Showing posts with label Birth-to-Three. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Birth-to-Three. Show all posts

Monday, September 21, 2009

Much Has Changed

Think for a moment about what it's like when you move to a new neighborhood.

When you move in, you're the new ones on the block. As far as you know at the moment, everyone else has been there... forever.

Then of course as you get acquainted, you discover that the retired couple over here have been in their house 40 years, this family over there came ten years ago, that house over there has turned over three times in six years, etc. It was fun for us to eventually learn that our home is built on land that used to be an orchard!

I've been feeling a little bit that way about coming into the disabilities-support system. For anyone coming in new, Birth-to-Three is simply there, free appropriate public education is a right not an innovation, etc.

But, as Barbara wrote in the comments on my last post,
We are less than a generation away from closeting children who were recognized early as different to an attitude where the threshold of good parenting is activism.

It was almost as if she'd been in the LEND seminar presentation this past Friday...

We had three speakers. The first, a social worker, has a younger brother with Down Syndrome born in 1959. The second, a nurse, is guardian to a man with multiple disabilities who is (I think) about my age. The third, a family support staffer, has a daughter with Down Syndrome born in 1988.

When the social worker's brother was born, the latest child in a large Chicago family, moms stayed in the hospital for a week or more after the birth. This mom came home as usual a week later, but the baby didn't -- they were keeping him to "help" mom accept the "inevitable" outcome that baby would be institutionalized his whole life. Mom & Dad eventually said NO and brought him home, and later went on to help found the Mongoloid Development Council, which eventually became the National Association for Down Syndrome. Public school education was almost unthinkable; his good fortune was in his parents, and that the recently-elected President Kennedy had some energy and vision around disabilities on account of his sister Rosemary. He eventually got his education at a new Kennedy school in Chicago, though it did mean living away from home.

The nurse entered the life of the man to whom she serves as guardian when he was 22. For much of the first half of his life he lived in an institution, and in foster care. He did not overlap much with P.L. 94-142, the legislation that first mandated public education for people with disabilities (regulations went on the books in 1977, to be implemented by 1980); however, he did catch the wave of the Medicaid waivers that allowed for long-term care supports in the community, such that though he needs round-the-clock care, he lives in an attractive house next to a park, together with three other men who need a similar level of assistance. He has an impressive array of supports, from job coach to transportation to the continuous onsite care.

The family-support staffer gave birth to her daughter in 1988, the middle child of 3, who was diagnosed with Down Syndrome within a day. Within weeks, they had Early Intervention on their doorstep! That early-childhood support was invaluable, and public education was available as well; however, it was assumed that she would go to a separate school. There was a procedure in place, though seldom used, to get a child "mainstreamed" in the regular school: you had to get the teacher to agree, and that's what they set out to do. The woman who agreed to be this girl's kindergarten teacher had such a wonderful experience with her that she moved up to teaching first grade the next year to accompany her student, and then went back for more schooling to become a special educator! The young lady graduated from high school at 21, and has a job at a local brew-pub. However, she still lives at home, though she would surely be capable of living in the community with the right supports; as she transitioned into adult services in 2007, she got a letter informing the family that the waiting list for "residential placement" was ten years. (Gulp.)

Lots of change. Lots of activism, parental and otherwise.

Lots of work yet to do.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

In Praise of Awesome Daycare

I've mentioned Joy's daycare before, and officially dubbed her daycare provider "Lynda," after Lynda Carter of Wonder Woman fame. Today I'd like to let you know why we, and Joy, are so incredibly blessed in her daycare situation.

I work a part-time schedule. For the first two years of Joy's life, we had a daycare-swap arrangement with another family from church, who had a little guy only two days older than Joy. But after two years of swapping, the other family was looking to reproduce again and found another arrangement that would better suit an expanding family, so we needed to find something else. By that point, we were well aware that Joy was "behind" developmentally, and she'd been getting Birth-to-Three services for several months. We knew that we'd need something special, and we found it from a personal referral from a Birth-to-Three therapist, who had heard about what Lynda had put together in her home.

Lynda mixes things up with her daycare kids in two ways. She deliberately assembles a mixed-age group of children, regularly taking in new babies who then grow into years-long clients! And she deliberately puts together a mix of special-needs and neurotypical kids. Right now the mix is about half and half.

This daycare is a model of inclusion on a day-to-day basis, and she makes it look so easy. It really hit me the other summer one time when I dropped Joy off late and everyone was already out in the front yard, playing in a little wading pool. Lynda had the one girl with the most intense challenges (non-verbal, not very mobile, among other things) sitting on the bench of a little picnic table pulled up to the edge of the pool, with her feet in the water. Lynda was playfully pouring water over this girl's legs and feet, to a response of big smiles, while simultaneously tracking and interacting in turn with the other kids around the pool and in and out of the water, and managed to seamlessly welcome me and Joy as we arrived.

Lynda's place is therapy-central some days, with itinerant therapists from Birth-to-Three and the school district in and out to work with their various kiddie-clients. Joy's summer speech therapist was only there once this summer, working mostly out of our home, but her response to just one session at Lynda's was "This place is therapy heaven!" Lynda is eager to learn from the therapists and also make suggestions -- she's not a therapist by background, but has practically made herself into one by observation and continuing education.

Oh, and did I mention the reports? Every day during nap-time, Lynda writes up three or four paragraphs on each kid, with detailed specifics on their activities. Most days those messages are e-mailed to a private online group we have set up for Joy-reports, so JoyDad and I get to see them at work (only on the busiest days do they get handwritten). We've got the school-district therapists turning in their reports that way too, and Lynda's are easily the equal of theirs.

To top it all off, this week Lynda let me trade Joy-days because of vacation and holiday. I ended up having a day at home all to myself, though I did share it with JoyDad, swooped down on his workplace and whisked him off to a restaurant lunch.

Yes, she does read this blog -- thanks so VERY much, Lynda / Wonder Woman!