Tired of listening to bad news in Team Meetings? Well now you can let the IEP Team know how your feeling without even speaking — with this colorful sign. (Available at Target in the Halloween section.)
Tired of listening to bad news in Team Meetings? Well now you can let the IEP Team know how your feeling without even speaking — with this colorful sign. (Available at Target in the Halloween section.)
Young Jessica crying her eyes out when her mother told her she had to go to social skills group. “I don’t wanna go. I don’t like people.”
Gina just happened to come upon some Facebook pictures of her daughter Katie at college (not that she was sketching on her daughter or anything). Katie looked so happy. Meanwhile back at G’s homestead…
Silly, silly me. I thought letting go of my daughter to attend kindergarten was hard. Back then, I could at least follow the bus, bribe a lunch lady, and rummage through her Scooby Doo backpack to find out how she was doing. (Hey desperate mothers call for desperate things.)
That was a piece of Little Debbie Cloud Cake compared to the letting go I had to do this past Labor Day Weekend. I’m not talking about letting go of my white pants and shoes for the season, though that was pretty tough. This was the hardest letting go I’ve ever had to do — I had to let my special daughter begin her life without me at college.
I’ll admit, there was a time, a very long time, when I thought that day would never come. At least that’s what the experts told me when she was first diagnosed with her disability.
“Mrs. Gallagher, she probably won’t be able to graduate high school, let alone go to college.”
“She’ll be living with you for the rest of your life.”
Of course, I made the mistake I have been so guilty of making for most of her young life; I underestimated her will. As a kid who has always wanted to “be like everybody else,” she desperately wanted to live away at college, and worked diligently toward her goal.
I’ll admit, I was scared to death at the thought of her taking on this challenge, recalling my own college experience and the struggles I had without a disability.
What if she doesn’t make friends?
What if she gets a terrible roommate?
What if she gets too homesick?
I even had painful flashbacks of my move-in day panic attack when my parents left me behind.
“Mom and Dad, don’t leave me!”
“Gina, please let go of the bumper! It’s dangerous!”
I was so homesick my first few weeks that I expected the worst for Katie. I wondered, If I had struggles without learning and social issues, how much worse would she struggle?
I prepared myself for the sobbing phone calls that I made to my parents. (“Mom and Dad I want to come home. I hate it here!”). The poor things never even had caller ID to screen those desperate calls.
But once again, I underestimated my daughter’s strength and will.
After I helped set up her room, I turned to say goodbye. She gave me a hug, a sweet smile, and said, “Bye Mom. I love you.” Then I watched her leave with her roommate and the other students to attend a dorm meeting.
After trying to keep my fears and emotions in check for Katie, I got in the car and sobbed on the way home. When I finally arrived home, I was ten pounds thinner and no longer retaining water. I found my husband, who had gone home ahead of me in a separate car, sitting on his chair in the dark.
“Mike, are you OK?”
“Yeah,” he said, “I’m just sad that she’s not here. Are you sad?”
I replied, “Yes. I’m so sad. I’m also happy, proud, worried, scared, ecstatic, hopeful, and empty. Do you know if they make a med for that?”
What was most difficult was realizing that for the first time, we would no longer know what our daughter was doing or how she was feeling. Was she scared? Sad? Lonely?
We had to force ourselves to live with that and to let her contact us when she was ready. The first evening, we didn’t hear anything from her. As highly experienced recipients of frequent bad news calls and texts from our children and their schools, we knew that this was a positive sign.
The next morning, my husband was climbing the walls. “Gene, I’m sketching on her on Facebook. I feel like a stalker. I’m dying to know how she is doing.”
“I know Mike, but you can’t do that. You’ve got to give her space. Besides, I’m Googling Nanny Cams to see if we can put one in her dorm room.”
Throughout the day, we anxiously awaited for her to contact us. Surprisingly my husband was the most anxious, “Mike, I don’t think it’s a good idea to take your phone into the shower with you.”
Around 9:00 p.m., we both finally received texts from her. She wrote, “Hi Mom and Dad. I love college. I’m making friends and I’m not coming home this weekend.”
We could not have been more thrilled… or relieved…or proud….or happy… or sad. And it made us realize that it was time for us to grow up a bit and let go. After all, it wasn’t like we didn’t have another kid — we still had her 14-year-old sister Emily to nurture, though she didn’t seem to be thrilled at that prospect.
“Dad, stop following me around the house! And Mom, get your nose out of my backpack. You guys are so sketchy!”
She’s been called many things. “Ma,” “Mommy,” “Mom,” “Mum,” “Mama.” Probably even “crazy” by unsuspecting motorists. A Boston television station once referred to her as “The Mom with the Moves.” She’s Tracy Moutafis, mother of two who’s taken the country and the Internet by storm with her unique bus stop boogie, an annual dance ritual in celebration of her children going back to school. We had the privilege of interviewing this dazzling dancing dynamo to learn what moves her to take part in this heralded annual tradition.
SU: So Tracy, what inspires you to dance on the streets?
TM: Well, I love my children dearly, but let’s face it, by the end of the summer, I am ready for them to go back to school and they are ready to get away from me. Five years ago, I decided to show my excitement by breaking out in dance when the bus came. I’ve done it every school year since then.
SU: You’ve gotten quite a bit of publicity. In fact, we’re surprised you haven’t been a contestant on So You Think You Can Dance in the Streets? How did a Mom like you end up in a place like this?
TM: Well, it started off that I posted the video on Facebook for my friends to see. They thought it was hysterical. The next thing I know, I’m getting a call from the local newspaper, which wanted to post the video. It took off from there. I’ve been on Boston TV, Good Morning America, and I was on Skype for Anderson Cooper’s show. This year, I got a call from Fox and Friends.
SU: You have quite the moves, did you have any formal dance training say at Arthur Murray Studios? Or were you ever on Solid Gold?
TM: I don’t like to brag, but I did dance for several years as a kid at Miss Maria’s Dance Studio in Watertown, MA where I grew up. I also danced at high school dances.
SU: Some of our loyal followers are dying to ask you questions. For example, a Mom would like to know if you’ve ever fallen in a crosswalk.
TM: Knock on wood, I’ve never fallen in the crosswalk or been hit by the bus.
SU: Another mother would like to know why in this year’s video, you didn’t dance when your kids got on the bus to increase the embarrassment factor?
TM: Well, in the past I’ve done that. But my 12-year-old, who started middle school, was a little nervous about it. I made a deal with him that I wouldn’t do it until he was on the bus. I love my son and had to keep my promise.
SU: How do your children and husband feel about your display of excitement?
TM: They think it’s really funny. My 10-year-old loves it. I was going to dance for his bus, but then thought about it and didn’t want to overexpose myself.
SU: I see, so you don’t want to be like the Kardashian’s of bus stop boogiers?
TM: Yes, that’s right.
SU: How have your videos been received?
TM: A lot of people think they are hysterical. Others, have been so critical saying that I don’t love my children. One person even told me to go to a gym and get dance lessons.
SU: Well, personally, we are huge fans of your work. In fact, just the other day we tried copying your moves in the mirror. We weren’t successful until we served wine. Then, we were break dancing. What would you like to say to those critical people?
TM: I would tell them to lighten up. I love my kids more than anything. But I’m human, too and there are times when I just want to go to the bathroom without someone screaming “Mom!”
SU: What would someone be surprised to know about you besides the fact that you studied at Miss Maria’s?
TM: People don’t realize that my oldest son has autism. He has his struggles so when he gets on the bus it’s something to celebrate.
SU: In the past you’ve danced to Celebration and Beat It? What made you choose this year’s song, Bye Bye Bye?
TM: Well, I figured with the resurgence of ‘N Sync, it was timely.
SU: Yes, it was. We’re glad you went that route instead of the Miley Cyrus route. Where can we see more of your great work?
TM: You can watch all my videos on Youtube.com.
Tell us would you like to dance with the Bus Stop Boogier?
Change is hard.
And for kids who have disabilities, it can be extra hard.
So how can we help our kids transition from their relaxed, summer routines to their more structured school year routines?
Here’s some ideas to consider:
1. Visit your school. Let’s face it, the first day of school can be chaotic. School bells are ringing, hallways are swarming, children are buzzing, and there’s ample opportunity for kids to become confused. Consider visiting your school before the chaos sets in. Let your child explore the environment when it’s quiet and calm. Perhaps you can even schedule multiple visits to make sure your child feels extra comfortable in a new setting.
2. Talk to your education team. Gather your education team together – your general education teachers, your special education teachers, your paraeducators, etc. – and ask them to visit your child at home or in a familiar setting. This allows your son or daughter to meet new people in a safe, familiar environment.
3. Write a welcome story. Kids with disabilities need a chance to visit their classroom, but it’s also helpful for them to know their new routine, the names of their new teachers, where and how to line up, what to do with their backpack, etc. Write a welcome story that describes each of these items and allow your child to read it over and over again. (See School Welcome Story for more details).
4. Carry a classroom item. Allow your son or daughter to carry something that belongs in the new environment. For example, during a school visit you could allow your child to take a toy, book, or poster piece home (with the teacher’s permission). That item needs to be returned the first day of school. This will take the pressure off the “child” walking into the room and put that on the “item” coming into the room. This is especially effective for children on the autism spectrum. Instead of the teacher saying, “Come in, Eric” they can say, “Let’s put the book back on the shelf.” This may be helpful transitioning from gym to music room to chapel area (e.g., carry the ball to the gym, bring a note for the music teacher, find some other item that needs to travel to that spot).
5. Ease the transition. Have a few familiar people stay with your child for the first few minutes of school. Ask the teacher if you, your spouse, and/or a sibling and your child can come to school earlier on the first day. Use the time to play together in the classroom before the others arrive and then slip out when your child appears to be happily engaged in an activity.
This passage was adapted from “Nuts & Bolts of Inclusive Education”, a new book by Barbara J. Newman. Barbara J. Newman is a church and school consultant for CLC Network, a non-profit organization based in Wyoming, Michigan that promotes the development of people with a variety of abilities and disabilities to live as active, integrated members of their communities. CLC Network partners with families and organizations to understand more fully the individuals they serve and to build support systems that enable their inclusion in all aspects of life.
We gathered these from some of the funnies and smarties on our Facebook page.
1) “Let the kid come hang out at my place for a bit, I’ve got this!”
2) “Leave the kids with the husband and let’s go out for dinner. And drinks. Lots of drinks. And dessert.”
3) “How can I help? ”
4) “Can I watch your kid for you?”
5) “This too shall pass.”
6) “This too shall pass, but in the meantime, do you want to go for drinks?”
7) “Just breathe. You are not alone.”
8) “You’re doing a great job! Hang in there!”
9) “Let me do your housework while you get some rest.”
10) “I’ll take your kids for you. You deserve a break.”
11) “Here’s a winning lottery ticket. Now hire an assistant and book a vacation while I clean your house.”
11.5) “How do you stay so young looking. Do you use Oil of Olay?”
What would you like someone to say to you?
…He asks you to accompany him to the city dump and you’re actually flattered.
A heartwarming graduation reflection
In elementary school, when Gina’s daughter, Katie (diagnosed with Asperger’s), was struggling with fitting in, she would often say to Gina, “Why am I different Mom? It’s not fair! I want to be like everyone else.”
Heartbroken, Gina didn’t know how to respond, particularly since at the time, she felt the same way.
Why did her sweet daughter have to be different?
Luckily, Katie was blessed with a Godmother, Patty, who was able to offer some insight. One day, Patty presented Katie with a book, The Little Engine That Could. She told Katie that the “Little Blue Engine” in the story, reminded her of Katie because things are not easy for Katie, but she never gives up. Eventually, the book became part of Gina and Katie’s bedtime reading ritual and Gina would often tell Katie, “You are that little engine. You eventually get where everyone else is; it just takes a little longer. And, you have something those other trains in the story that go fast don’t have; you have heart.”
Well, we are happy to announce that Katie, our now-not so-Little Engine made it to one destination — high school graduation. On Saturday, June 8, she, along with nine of her peers, graduated from Willow Hill School, where she has spent the last 7 years.
Willow Hill’s graduation ceremony is unlike others. Each student has the opportunity to make a speech and share their reflections on what graduation and the school has meant to them. For Katie and all our family, it was a bittersweet day. She was thrilled to hit this incredible milestone, yet deeply saddened that her beloved grandmother (our cute little mother) didn’t live to see it. Katie’s grandmother loved Willow Hill, where she thrilled in watching Katie’s amazing theater performances.
Though Katie breaks down when talking about her grandmother, her story is a very uplifting one. She nearly fell apart in elementary school, but through the support she received from family and friends and through the teachers and school that believed in her, she was not only able to graduate high school, but also will head off to live at college in the Fall.
Later that evening at Katie’s graduation party, one of the fathers from Willow Hill approached Gina and said, “Katie’s speech touched my heart. I turned to my wife and said, ‘I don’t know this person she’s talking about who passed away, but I can feel her. She is right here watching.I’ve never felt so strongly about anything.'”
Watch Katie’s Graduation Speech. And in the spirit of our amazing special children, tell us about an accomplishment your special child achieved.
If all went according to Gina’s “perfect” plan, her daughter Katie would be graduating today with the public high school. But God and life had a different plan for her and Gina couldn’t be more thankful by the path he chose for her and for the entire family. Early on, when Gina mourned the loss of the life she planned for her daughter, she wishes she had known that this special path they are on is where they were meant to be. Along the way, their family has learned so much about love, life, resilience, family, and compassion. They have met people they never would have met. Appreciated things that other people simply take for granted. And learned that no matter what they face, they will get through things together. When Katie was diagnosed with Asperger’s 10 years ago, Gina feared Katie would not be part of this day. She was right; she won’t be. Instead, she’ll be graduating next week with just 10 other students from the school that showed her what she is truly capable of becoming in front of the faculty and staff that have helped her become the proud, smart, accomplished, and lovable young woman she’s become. Congratulations to all the graduates of the Class of 2013.
The forgetful Promotions Department at Shut Up Industries is pleased to announce the finalists in our Picture This Contest. For this spirited imperfect competition, we asked special children age 16 and under to submit their illustrations that show their imperfect mother, father, or caregiver in a natural state.
Help us pick the winner by casting your vote for two of your favorites below. Simply leave a comment with the selection numbers of your choice. The two drawings with the most votes will each receive a $50 VISA gift card. VOTING ENDS 8:00 p.m. WEDNESDAY, MAY 22.
At the risk of boasting (something we fight against daily), we consider ourselves experts in the area of imperfection with particular expertise in professional therapy. We don’t provide it; but seek it (often). One need only look at our check registers or bank statements to draw that conclusion, “Wow, Pat! My last five purchases were to Family Therapeutics.”
“That’s great, Gene. Five more, and you’ll get that pill organizer you’ve been looking at.”
Our experience with therapists for our children and ourselves makes us somewhat experts on the types of therapists to avoid. Here are some in particular:
Narcissistic Therapists: “Enough about you, Doc. Can we talk about my problems now?”
Over Reactive Therapists: “Doc, could you hold your gasps until after I finish my story?”
Projecting Therapists: “Look Doc, I’m sorry your teenager doesn’t listen to you, but this session is about my disrespectful teenager, OK?”
Poor Business Therapists: “What do you mean you don’t accept credit cards? My family was hoping to get rewards and go to Disney on our issues!”
Quiet Therapists: “Doc, are you there? Wake up!”
Judgmental Therapists: “Oh, you mean like YOU never run away from your home?”
To bring a little humor to the subject of therapy, P & G have put together this short video. Take a look and then tell us what type of bad therapist you’ve encountered.
Just when we thought we’d heard every outrageous school call possible (i.e. “Your son was caught streaking down the hall at school.”), imperfect parents on our Facebook page have surprised us again with these shocking and funny calls they received about their boys.
” Your son is okay, but he duct taped his eyebrow and then he peeled it off and now his eyebrow is missing and he has glue stuck where his eyebrow used to be and a red rash.”
“Your son did #1 in a trash can. Allegedly.”
“The aides have a bet going and they want to know if your son’s middle name is really huggybear?”
“‘I’m calling because we don’t know what to do’…” Says the ‘autism expert.'”
“Your son has drawn a very sweet picture of you reading in bed with him and his sister for our Original Artworks project — it’s really such a sweet picture. It’s just that he drew you with no shirt on.” Explanation #1: Original Artworks gives parents the chance to purchase a variety of items — mouse pads, coffee mugs, key chains, etc. — featuring their child’s artwork. Explanation #2: No, I have never read to (or done anything else with) my children with no shirt on!!!
“Your son has taken all the screws and bolts out of his teacher’s desk and it has collapsed on the teacher’s lap.”
“Your son got ahold of scissors and cut his shirt completely in half.”
“Your son fell into a tank of sharks and rays. He’s fine.”
“Your son just ate a page from his science book. We are going to have to bill you.”
“Your son has no pants on. He said you didn’t give him any.”
“Your son’s lunch today was too distracting. ”
“Your son swallowed a piece of dry wall. We called poison control and they said to just make sure he drank plenty of liquid.”
“Your son licked the principal. And his shoe. And the desk. But, not in that order.”
“We need you to come get your son out of the bathroom. He’s flooded the boys’ room and everyone is afraid to go in.”
“Your son took off his pants and was smacking another child with them because the other kid made fun of his pants.”
Do you have a shocking school call to share about your son or daughter? We’d love to hear it.
Today, I had to put on my big girl panties and do something I hate doing (not cleaning, silly); I had to go to Walmart. I know, I know, there are a lot of people who love Walmart and their rollback prices, convenient hours (I think the Walmart in Hell is open 24/7), and of course, smiley stickers. I, however, am not lured in by any of it.
But there is something that draws me to face my fears and walk the aisles of Walmart month after month — better Pharmacy prices. What can I say? I’m a big sucker for a good Prozac palooza!
Don’t get me wrong, I do have to sacrifice a lot to save. The Pharmacy is quite busy, as I realize every time I have to call their automated system to refill the meds. (“Your prescription will be ready for pickup in May of 2032. If you’d like an earlier date, say May of 2024, press 1.”).
I also hate the fact that I have to have a “private” consultation with the pharmacist before I can “get the goods” (by private, I mean right there in the middle of the store next to the busy Doritos aisle). What’s most disturbing is that often, I know more than the pharmacist (“You forgot irritability and increased eye rolling”).
Today, as I was waiting in the long line for my turn (Clearly, the deli could teach them something about efficiency. Nobody needs to consult with me about my choice in genoa salami), I thought about all the unpleasant things I’d rather be doing than standing in line at Walmart. And without further adieu, here they are:
How about you? Do you like shopping at Walmart? Or is there something far more unpleasant you’d rather do?
A woman on our Facebook page wrote:
“My autistic brother is currently going through a virtual surgery phase. At the moment, he is sitting at the computer performing a liposuction procedure. When mom asks him to do something, his response lately has been: ‘not now mom, I’m in surgery!'”
Do you ever wonder how our special children really see us? Now’s the chance to see for yourself in our new spring contest — Picture This. For this spirited imperfect competition, we’re asking special children ages 16 and under to submit their illustrations that show their imperfect mother, father, or caregiver in a natural state. Winners will receive a a VISA gift card – and of course, the glory of knowing they won a Shut Up Contest (American Idol has nothing on us).
Here are the contest rules:
Finalists will be selected for creativity, humor, and reality.
Winners who receive the most votes on our blog will be selected.
Good luck and may the best imperfect win!
Tell us how your special kid defied the “experts.”
You back your car into the garage door.
You consider a visit to the mailbox a “mini vacation.”
You look forward to visiting the dentist.
You forget to put on your pants (and don’t bother to go back and get them).
You pass your spouse coming home from work in the driveway. “Welcome Home, Hon. See ya!”
You ask door-to-door salesman if they need any extra help.
You can’t wait for your next mammogram.
You’re giddy when your mother-in-law comes to visit.
You find yourself braless at the grocery store.
Your neighbor asks for a cup of sugar and you bring it over along with an overnight bag.
You have practice fire drills once a day.
You took the spices out of your spice rack and replaced them with prescription bottles.
He tells you “Ma, we need to up my meds.”
The pharmacy staff pulls your meds off the shelf before you even get to the counter.
You are bleeding out on the ground and your child asks for you to get them a cookie.
You line up the medication in the morning and it resembles a village of pills.
The receptionist at your child’s therapy office is your therapist while your kid is at their appointment.
The school has your number on speed dial.
You get excited to go the grocery store alone.
You consider it a great day when you haven’t heard screaming for an hour.
When time in the dentist’s chair counts as “me time”!
When you send medication to school with lunch money.
When you know it’s medically necessary for YOU to take a Xanax 15 minutes before she gets home from school, and you fantasize that you can give her one too.
You consider adding Prozac to your meatloaf recipe.
When your therapist responds with “wow!”
When you have a bag of supplies like snacks, water, phone charger, etc., packed for your visit to the ER.
When your walls look like Swiss cheese.
When your child tells you that he’s taking Abnormal Psychology and you say, “Finally, some homework I can help you with..”
You have your child’s psychiatrist’s cell phone number and she tells you not to hesitate to use it.
When you tell your daughter, “I hope you have a better day tomorrow” and she responds with “I hate you”.
Tell us how you know you’re raising a child with mental health issues.
“You need a license to drive, but any crazy distracted lady can become a mother. Although in my defense, I’m sure I’m not the first mother to mix up Crazy Hair Day and School Picture Day.” Gina Gallagher, Imperfect Mother of Two
P and G were honored to speak last evening at the Kappa Delta Pi International Honor’s Society Induction Ceremony for Educators at Fitchburg State University in Fitchburg, Massachusetts. Pictured with the not-so-bright Shut Up Sisters is Nancy Murray, Chair of the Graduate Program in Moderate Disabilities, and our beautiful cousin, Danielle Correia, who is an FSU student and member of Kappa Delta Pi. They even gave us Fitchburg State sweatshirts. Sadly though they did not invite us to any ragers. The students were really interested in learning about the parental perspective on children with disabilities. The future looks bright.
To those who aren’t familiar with them, Individual Education Plans or IEPs as they are known on the “imperfect street,” can seem like just some harmless reams of paper stapled together. However, to those who have children with special needs, the IEP is deadly. In fact, according to an imperfect survey we recently conducted, the IEP is the leading cause of death among special needs parents. [Note: the margin of error on this survey is quite large since we were drinking wine when we conducted it.]
We would like to offer special parents a different perspective on the IEP: It should not be a source of stress, but rather, a source of humor. One need only review these actual IEP goals parents on our Facebook shared to prove our point:
“Katie will demonstrate crossing the midline in 8 out of 10 opportunities.”
“John will not take his clothes off at school in 7 out of 10 opportunities.”
“D will do homework if his parents see it to be appropriate. (BTW– they NEVER found it appropriate.) “
“Alex will work on holding his pencil the right way to form the letter right.”
“C will not get more than one F on any class assignment in any class during each card marking.”
“J will smile at least one time per day.”
“S will appear to be paying attention during instruction.”
“J will raise her hand 4 out of 5 times and have appropriate social interaction 4 of 6 times.”
“Ryan will climb stairs alternating feet without using a handrail.”
“DD is to sit in a chair during a lesson without crying for 3 minutes on 4 of 5 attempts.”
“L will control his meltdowns 7 out of 10 times.”
‘Wyatt will play on the playground without bumping into things or falling 8 out 10 times.”
“Grace will stay in the classroom 4 out of 5 times.” (FYI — she quietly “left” last year and was found in the parking lot an hour later.)
“C will brush her hair and make a ponytail for 4 out of 5 trials. (It actually was a useful OT goal.)”
“D will orient herself in space. I asked if she was training to be an astronaut.”
Tell us about a funny IEP goal on your child’s IEP.
#13) You don’t care if you end up in prison for cutting pillow tags.
#12) You wonder if the reason Rapunzel’s hair was so long was because she screamed at the hairdresser and her mother couldn’t take it.
#11) You seek out children with buzzcuts as playmates for your child because he doesn’t understand that hair pulling feels bad to most people.
#10) Putting on your child’s seatbelt counts as your daily cardio.
#9) Your child wears jogging pants to his First Communion.
#8) You equate Disney World with Hell.
#7) When your child is missing and the first place you look is on top of your refrigerator.
#6) Your son tells you the bug he ate was really crispy.
#5) You generously tip your child’s hairdresser — with Prozac.
#4) Your child goes to sleep with sweatpants, ski pants, snowmobile suit, and a full backpack and it’s the middle of summer.
#3) You carry ear protection meant for the shooting range in your diaper bag.
#2) You don’t care if your child looks like Edward Scisscorhands because you hate cutting their nails.
#1) You’re worried more about the sound of the fire alarm than the actual fire.
My brain may work different
That much we know
But there is much more
That I have to show
My hair may be messy
I hate using combs
Is there someone like me
That lives in your homes
My pants are elastic
I will not wear jeans
But I do not know
What all of this means
To me I am perfect
To Mom and Dad too
Is it really so bad
That I’m not like you?
We’ve often said that there are many blessings on the journey of raising special children — compassion, appreciation for the little things in life, lifelong bonds with pharmacists and bartenders (we kid of course, well, sorta). We believe the greatest one, however, is the amazing people you meet along the way. Over the past seven years, we have had the privilege of traveling around the country and meeting the most loving and inspirational special needs families and children. One such family is the Duffley family of New Hampshire. We first met them when we were speaking at the Grace Curtis Conference in Connecticut. We had never heard of the Duffley family or their son Christopher who sang at the conference. We were amazed as we watched this beautiful then 10-year-old boy get up and sing Lean On Me. Christopher was no ordinary performer. He has autism and is blind. And, he had a very difficult start to life.
Christopher’s life began in May 2001 when he arrived 12 weeks early. At the time, he weighed just 1 pound and 12 ounces, and tested positive for cocaine, as a result of drug abuse by his biological parents. He spent five months in the hospital and was eventually placed in foster care in Florida. In 2003, he was adopted by Stephen Duffley and his lovely wife Christine, who was Christopher’s biological aunt. With the love of these wonderful people and his siblings, Christopher has flourished and developed into a happy young man with a talent for singing. Christopher’s talent has taken his family to many places around the country. From Fenway Park, to autism galas, to churches around the country, Christopher has warmed the hearts and souls of thousands of people. You can watch his amazing music videos on youtube, including this one. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9jqI4svrNY.
Christopher was also blessed with a wonderful sense of humor. He demonstrates this in this hilarious video “Blind Autistic Brother Does My Makeup” with his beautiful sister Grace. Check it out and share the link http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a8vQBJOaNDo. To learn more about Christopher and the Duffley Clan, visit his website http://christopherduffley.com.
If you see a lot of blue today, don’t think we’re being invaded by Smurfs. Today is World Autism Awareness Day, which is why you may see the color blue lighting up homes, bridges, and buildings. (Kudos to Kmart for jumping on this trend years ago with their famed “Blue Light Specials.”) In celebration of World Autism Awareness Day, we asked parents on our Facebook page to complete the thought below.
You know you’re raising a child with autism when…
Here are some of their very funny responses:
You have an entire deep freezer dedicated to one child who only eats five foods, including chicken nuggets, which have to be a certain brand and a certain shape.
You run when there is a sale on elastic waist pants and seamless socks.
There is a meltdown because your daughter blew all the bubbles and you forgot to buy more.
Your water gets cut off because your bill tripled without you realizing it was due to your kid’s flushing stim.
All your furniture has been chewed by your child and not the animals.
You panic if you run out of tomato sauce/ ketchup.
You have a parade when your child gets invited to a birthday party.
You carve up peanut butter sandwiches for Thanksgiving dinner.
You avoid bathrooms with loud toilets.
Your child’s dentist uses laughing gas on himself.
You have nine of the same blue t-shirts in the closet, all lined up by shade and hue.
The toy cars are put away in a line, biggest to smallest and color order….. BY ME….to prevent the meltdown that would otherwise ensue.
You think 3:00 a.m. is a perfectly normal time to be watching Thomas the Tank for the 385th time this week.
You are used to looks of scorn from random members of the public. In fact, you have learned to give them a score them 1 out of 10 for the horrible looks they give your son (anything below 5, and you are allowed to give them pointers on how to look more horrified).
You spend 10x as much on therapies than you would on extracurricular activities.
You actually spend enough to warrant the medical deduction off your taxes.
You know your insurance company’s and state regulations on healthcare coverage better than the professionals do.
Your neurotypical child is crying because the Play Dough model of the solar system he made for science class was eaten as a snack when he went outside to play.
Naked is the preferred way to jump on the trampoline.
When family thinks you’re “antisocial” and get all insulted because you don’t accept invitations to their homes, even on holidays, when in reality it’s because their homes aren’t autism-proofed or autism-friendly.
You moved the couch to make space for a mini trampoline in the living room.
Your spare bedroom is now called the “sensory room.”
Your child doesn’t have one pair of jeans.
Nothing phases you.
You naturally take the same route regardless of the fact that A) you’re not on the way home from school; and B) your child is not even in the car.
You’re wearing head-to toe blue today; your porch light is blue; your kid’s bedroom light is blue, and your son couldn’t be happier over “his” day.
To see more responses, visit our Facebook page. Oh and tell us how you know you’re raising a child with autism.
In life, there are two kinds of people: optimists and pessimists. For a time, we could have been considered in the latter category. We were “glass-is-half-empty-kinda gals.” (Unless the glasses were filled with wine or beer. In that case, we were “glass-is-completely-empty-kinda gals.)
We really couldn’t help it; we were raised by two loving, but highly pessimistic parents. Our father, a “Doubting Tony,” was particularly pessimistic:
“Patty, you probably won’t be Mrs. Bobby Sherman.”
“Gina, you’re a good baseball player; but I don’t think you’ll make the Red Sox roster.”
Looking back, we see that our Dad’s pessimism was a protective measure; he figured if he prepared us for the worst we wouldn’t be disappointed if things didn’t work out.
One would think this pessimistic paternal practice would have prepared us for the negativity that surrounds us as special needs parents today. But it simply didn’t. We were still shocked by the negativity that came from the very people we relied on to help us and our children – pediatricians, teachers, therapists, etc. It seemed like the moment our children were diagnosed, we were bombarded with “I THINK THEY CAN’TS!”
Many parents become so programmed to the negativity that they begin to lower their own expectations and focus not on the things their children can do, but the things they can’t do.
Gina certainly fell into this when Katie was diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome. She met with clinicians and teachers who constantly told her what Katie couldn’t and wouldn’t ever be able to do. “Mrs. Gallagher, she can’t hold a pencil properly, cut with scissors, and she may never crabwalk.”
It didn’t take Gina long to be sipping their negative Kool Aid. At age seven, when Katie was scheduled to make her First Communion, Gina prepared for the worst. “Father forgive me for my child is about to sin by spitting out and gagging on the Eucharist wafer.”
She was so convinced that Katie wouldn’t be able to take the Eucharist that she missed the joy of Katie actually experiencing this spiritual passage (Writer’s Note: There was no gagging or spitting, though Katie did chew it like it was a wad of Bubble Yum.)
As Katie got older, the “couldn’t list” got even longer – and scarier. Experts said she wouldn’t be able to hold a job, go to college, or ever live independently. Gina even heard negativity from an advocate she hired to help fight for services for Katie. Gina nearly fell over when the advocate announced in a Team meeting, “Let’s face it; Katie will probably never go to college; she won’t pass Geometry.” Gina was stunned and furious. “Look, I don’t need to pay you $150 an hour to be negative. That’s what the rest of the team does for free.”
Now that she’s older and wiser, Gina, a newfound optimist, knows better than to doubt Katie. A 17, Katie has accomplished ALL the things they said she’d never do. She has a part-time job at a grocery store, passed Geometry, and will graduate in June. Oh and by the way, stupid advocate lady, she passed Geometry and is going to live away at a four-year college in the fall. Even more exciting, Katie can crabwalk (see photo).
No one is more aware of the pessimism of others more than Katie herself. During her college interview, the admissions counselor asked her, “What’s one thing you’d like us to know about you to help us with our decision?” Katie responded by saying, “Well, my whole life people have doubted me and I’ve always surprised them by what I can do. If I want something, there is no stopping me. I want to go to college here!” (She shoots! She scores!)
On our Facebook page, we recently asked parents to share what they were told their children would never do and are now doing.
“They said he she wouldn’t eat without a feeding tube. She eats with her mouth.”
“We were told my son would pretty much be a bump on a log and not do anything. He is now the most active two-year old with the best personality ever.”
“They said he would never hear; he can.”
“They said our son would never THRIVE!. He is thriving.
“They said our son couldn’t handle mainstream kindergarten. It’s tough; but he’s handling it.”
“Docs said he would not walk and may be intellectually disabled. Now he runs and rides a bicycle without training wheels!! OK, with a crazy sense of balance, but he’s doing it!”
“They said he would never say ‘I love you,’ never hug me, never have friends, and never be able to function on his own.” Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! And wrong!
“They said he wouldn’t live.”
“They said she wasn’t going to survive the brain injury. She not only survived, but also defies the odds everyday. I was told to settle and I refused to settle.”
“They said, he’d never read or write. He can do both.”
“They said she wouldn’t live past 12. She’ll be 17 in May!”
For more of these inspiring stories, visit our Facebook page. Or better yet, leave a comment to tell us what your special child has accomplished despite what the experts said.
When I was a kid, I loved spring. It meant longer days, the start of the Red Sox season, and that extra jump in my step that signified the arrival of the Easter Bunny. Now that I’m a mother, I hate it. And it’s not just because it means I can no longer hide my winter weight behind bulky sweaters. No sir; I dread spring for a much bigger reason — it is the time for MCAS Testing.
The experts say MCAS stands for the Massachusetts Comprehensive Assessment System (MCAS). In my home it stands for Mother Could Actually Stroke. The very thought of the MCAS brings sheer terror to my two already anxious children, making them very difficult to deal with. Of course, the school rumor mill doesn’t help lessen their anxiety.
“Mom, kids say that if I don’t pass this test, I won’t be able to graduate or have children.”
The anxiety for us mothers who have to deal with MCAS panic is pretty high as well. In fact, imperfect studies have shown that there is a surge in alcohol and pharmaceutical sales during MCAS season. Many of us have even resorted to desperate measures to get our children to pass. “Look, Mrs. Crabapple, if you give the kid some answers, I’ll throw in a little extra something with your apple this year. If you know what I’m saying.”
Last year, after several unsuccessful attempts (and strokes) my daughter, Katie, finally passed the MCAS Math test, making her eligible to get her diploma with her classmates this spring. We were all thrilled and relieved, especially me. “GINA GALLAGHER, YOUR DAUGHTER KATIE JUST PASSED THE MCAS MATH TEST AFTER 75,000 ATTEMPTS. WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO NOW?”
“I’m checking into rehab!”
With one MCAS graduate, I now only have one more child who has to deal with it — my eigth grader, Emily. Unfortunately, she is even more anxious and gullible than Katie about the test. “Mom, is it true you go on Death Row if you don’t pass?”
She was a nervous wreck when I sent her off to school this morning with a pack of erasers, a healthy snack, and a fifth of vodka (just kidding, it was rum). If I could have done anything to get her out of the test, I would have. Lord knows, I tried.
“Look, Ms. Bliss, Emily can’t take the MCAS test today. Her dog ate her number 2 pencils.”
“Mr. Custodian, I’ll give you $100 bucks if you pull the fire alarm.”
But sadly, no matter how much I try to shield her from the anxiety of this test, there’s nothing I can do. I’ll just have to there for her and assure her that everything will be OK.
“Honey, I swear, you only need a license and blood test to get married; you don’t have to show your MCAS scores. Daddy and I never would have qualified to marry.”
Tell me how do you feel about MCAS or your state’s assessment test?
When you lose a mother, there is so much to mourn: the mother from your childhood and the trusted friend from adulthood. Patty and Gina have deeply missed those mothers as well as another: the mother who loved our children. Anyone who knew our mother knew how proud she was of her seven grandchildren. The feeling was very mutual as her grandchildren all loved her and shared a special relationship with her. Since her passing, her grandchildren have openly talked about their feelings toward the loss of their grandmother.
Well, all except one: her youngest granddaughter, Emily.
Emily was 12 when her grandmother passed away. At that time, she suffered great anxiety and depression and wasn’t strong enough to attend the funeral services. Gina, Emily’s Mom, was really concerned about Emily because she didn’t cry or even talk about the loss of her grandmother. It was as though Emily’s grandmother never existed. Gina knew it was just too painful for Emily and that she just wasn’t ready. Emily even avoided visits to see her grandfather because the pain of seeing him without her grandmother was too much to bear.
While all our mother’s grandchildren had a special bond with her, the one with Emily was particularly special; they were best buddies. Our mother was there for Emily during the most difficult time in Emily’s life: when Emily had to be removed from the public school to be tutored at home for two years. During that time, Emily grew depressed and lost all her friends. To help out Gina and to cheer up her sad granddaughter, our mother would often take Emily during the day. Our father was astounded by their connection, “Gina, your mother does everything with her. They bake, they shop, they do puzzles. They even clean. She really gets Emily laughing and giggling. I don’t know where your mother gets the energy. I don’t have it.”
Earlier in the year, 18 months after her grandmother’s passing, Emily surprised Gina by opening up. They were driving in the car when Emily said:
“My friend Tim lost his best friend.”
“Oh Honey, I’m so sorry for Tim. Who did he lose?”
“It was his dog, Mom. I told him that I understand and that I lost a best friend, too.”
“You did?” Gina asked surprised. “Who did you lose?”
“I lost Nana, Mom. She was my best friend. She was always there for me.”
Gina was saddened, but relieved that Emily was finally opening up. She didn’t know it at that time, but that day was a turning point for Emily. Little by little, she began talking about her grandmother and looking at pictures. And recently, Gina woke up to check her Facebook page and found the following posted from Emily. Words could not describe Gina’s pride for her mother and for her daughter who is so much like her.
my tribute to nana
because of you i am kind
because of you i know how to clean more
because of you i learn not to sweat the small stuff
because of you i have a kind loving heart
because of you there is a reason to try new things
because of you life is good
because of you i have some 1 to talk to
because of you i am more caring
because of you i pick the right thing to do
because of you i dont worry as much
because of you i think of people more than myself
because of you i laugh alot
because of you we had all those great times together
because of you i have self esteem
because of you i think before i do things
because of you i have a humungus heart
your buddy (emmy)
Do you have a story about your special child and their grandparent? We know Emily would love to hear it.
Yesterday, when Gina asked her daughter Katie if she was doing a good job at her part-time job at the supermarket, Katie replied. “Sheesh, Mom! Gimme a break! I’m only lazy at home.” Gina didn’t know whether to feel comforted or frightened.
Read to your children. It actually was one of the few parenting rules I followed (though you’d never know it since my teenagers now only open books with Lifesavers in them). When my girls were young, I read to them every night, even when the books they selected became mundane. “Yeah, yeah, goodnight moon. Goodnight stars. Goodnight blah, blah, blah.”
And now that my kids are teens, some of the books they used to love don’t even make sense to me anymore “Pat, why would that mother look for her runaway bunny when she can get a few hours of peace and quiet?”
There was, however, a series of books I never got tired of reading to my children — Amelia Bedelia books. For those who have not met Amelia Bedelia, she is a literal housekeeper — a loveable, hard-working lady who makes sponge cake using real sponges. Back then, I didn’t know how much I would relate to Amelia Bedelia (we bake similarly) or that I’d be raising two children with language-based learning disabilities who think just like her.
Their disabilities make them very concrete thinkers (the non-cement kind) and cause them to struggle with understanding the nuances of language. My oldest daughter demonstrated this after I had a discussion with her about how important it is for “Mothers to know where their children are and what they are doing at all times.” A few minutes after our discussion, I found a note on the kitchen table that said, “Mom, it’s Katie. I’m in my room and I’m flapping my hands.”
My daughters’ language difficulties have made me more aware of the words and clichés I throw around (no need to duck). They have also made me realize that in the special needs community, there are lots of Amelia Bedelias. And in the spirit of that loveable character, here are some funny stories shared by special needs parents about their literal thinkers:
Do you have a funny, literal story to share? Tell us about it. We’re all ears (well, not really).
I’m the first to admit; I have many fears. The sight of a snake, spider, or a call from the school on caller ID can send me into full-blown panic. I also live with a fear of heights and roller coasters, and according to my husband, the kitchen stove (“Don’t be afraid to use it Gene; it won’t hurt you.”). I can, however, proudly say that there is one fear that I have conquered. A fear so great that it kept me from sleeping, experiencing joy of any kind, even wanting to watch the child I loved grow up.
That fear? Autism.
While my fear of spiders and snakes and cooking has been with me since childhood, my fear of autism didn’t come until I was well into my thirties. Before then, I had never even heard of autism. I didn’t know anyone who had it, nor did I ever consider that I could have a child impacted by it when I was pregnant. (Note: I was more worried that I’d give birth to a baby calf, given my excessive pregnancy weight gain.) Autism didn’t even enter my consciousness when my daughter was displaying the classic signs of it as a toddler – poor motor skills, hand flapping, aversion to loud noises.
Though autism came to me late in life, my introduction to it was quick. It actually came by mail in the form of the results of an independent neuropsych exam done when my daughter was in kindergarten. The report said she had Asperger’s syndrome, which was a form of high functioning autism.
Immediately, I raced to the Internet and started researching it. When I saw the results of my searches, I was heartbroken. But as I read on, my sadness morphed into anger, especially when I read that it only affected 1 in 250 kids. I was angry at everyone – myself, my husband, God, and mostly, the 249 other people who didn’t have to deal with it.
If I got that diagnosis today, I’d have been angry with a lot less people.
Today, according to a study released by the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, autism now affects 1 in 50 children. Whether you view this study as accurate or not, most people will agree that autism is indeed increasing. So today, if I were pregnant, I’d not only have to worry that I was giving birth to a baby calf, but also a baby calf with social issues.
What I didn’t know about autism – the positive side.
The good news about the increase in autism is that there is more information available than ever before. If Katie were diagnosed today, I might have been able to find a blog or online support group that would have told me some of the things I just didn’t see online: the positive side of autism.
Maybe then, I wouldn’t have thought of autism as something that would ruin my life, but enrich it. While it’s true that autism brought great pain to me (watching her fail academically in the public school and struggle with bullying), it has also been the source of my greatest joys – watching her overcome challenges and reach new milestones (she was recently accepted to the college of her choice). I would have also known that raising a child with autism brings the gift of compassion, an appreciation for the little things in life, a strong faith, and a knowledge of strengths and resilience I didn’t know I had in me.
Most importantly, I would have known that the very thing I feared would ruin our daughter and our family would actually make us all stronger. And that being the Mom of that chosen 1 in 250 wasn’t so bad after all.
The results are in! In a unanimous decision, the Shut Up Contest Committee has chosen the winner of our first annual Adult School Photo Contest. Please join us in congratulating Sharon Jaffe. As the esteemed winner, Sharon gets her choice of any item from the Shut Up Store. Thanks to all (Sharon) who participated. Please join us in congratulating Sharon, who hopefully will not change as a result of this feat. (Well, hopefully she’s changed her style since the photo was taken.) Thanks and congratulations Sharon.
Children with autism have many talents. To prove our point, we’re proud to showcase the talent of little Liam. Check out his young star (who is just 3) playing the drums.
Looking for an opportunity to sail away from your struggles? To connect with other parents and caregivers who share your imperfect parenting philosophy? To relive your childhood Love Boat memories? Patty and Gina invite you to join us and fellow imperfect parents and caregivers for our first annual Shut Up & Buddy Cruise as we set sail from Tampa, FL, to Cozumel, Mexico, March 7 -11. For details or to book your reservation, visit http://buddycruise.org/shut-up-and-buddy-cruise.aspx.
Drop that Powerball ticket! There’s a better, more rewarding way to win big — enter our new Imperfect School Photo Contest. We’re looking for funny school pictures from your childhood. We’ll narrow it down to 5 finalists and then put it out to voting on this blog. Finalists will be selected on —
1) The tackiness of the clothing.
2)Funnyness of the pose.
3) Overall imperfect impression
The winner will receive a merchandise item of their choice from the Shut UP Store (subject to size availability).
Sadly, G (pictured here) will not be able to enter as Shut Up employees and family members are exempt. Too bad; it’s doubtful that a tackier shirt could be found. Contest submissions must be made by Saturday, December 1. Finalists will be posted on Sunday, December 2 for voting. Entries should be mailed to email@example.com. Also, when you submit your entry, you grant us permission to share on our Facebook page for kicks and giggles.
Today is a very special day. We received an incredible message from Sally Brown, who is 60 years old and living with Cerebral Palsy. Sally has graced us with her wisdom in her work below. If you can relate to this please leave Sally a comment.
10 Things I Wish You Knew
(A note from a special kid to special Parents) by Sally Brown
1. You are the perfect parents for me. I know that you did not sign up for a kid like me- I also know that you sometimes think you cannot face what it takes to raise me. I want you to know that this is not true. I believe that I chose you. Whatever you need to learn, you will learn. The strength you think you need will come from somewhere. The people you need to meet will show up when you need them.
2. This is the perfect life for me. My life is a very special one. I believe that I will impact the world in a unique and wonderful way. Remember this when your heart is breaking because you want a path for me that is so much easier than this one.
3. I need you to find your own spiritual path. The road we are on is not an easy one- to make it successfully, you will need all the spiritual strength you can muster for the tough days- You will need to help me when my spiritual strength is out the window- Often, you will see signs of my determination and be amazed by it. That is not enough- You will have to find your own answers- I am depending on you for it.
4. However you feel about me is OK. Sometimes you will feel tired and helpless and like you cannot care for me one more day. Sometimes you will be mad because there seems to be no escaping me. That is OK- There is no way you could take care of me without having those days.
Sometimes you may watch people look at me and be a bit embarrassed that I am not doing better- that does not make you a bad parent… it just means you are human.
Know that when you have lots of these days in a row, it is time for you to get somebody else to take care of me, just long enough for you to regenerate yourself. It is always important that you let people help you. I am depending on you to do whatever you need to do to take care of yourself.
5. However I feel about my disability is OK. Some days you will be amazed at what a happy contented person I am and you will wonder how in the world I do it. Treasure those days. Some days I will be discouraged, some days I will be mad, some days I will even feel really sorry for myself. Don’t panic, I will come back around again. If you let me express these unattractive feelings, they have much less power. Even typical folks feel sorry for themselves sometimes.
6. Let me try things I want to try, even if you are sure I will fail. I know that you want to protect me- that is your job, I am your child. But I need you to understand that my survival is always going to depend on my determination. Part of my own process is to figure out what my limitations really are. Sometimes I may want to try to do things that seem impossible to you. Please encourage me anyway. It is the willingness to try that is important- success is a bonus. Know that if I fail, I will get over it. If you make me scared to try, I am really doomed.
7. Don’t worry about my whole life today. Sometimes you will drive yourself crazy worrying about how my life will turn out. You will lose hours of sleep trying to figure out how I will survive in the world after you are gone. This is not helpful to me. Just help me stay in today. The more you can focus on whatever we have to face today, the more you will be helping me develop the skills I will need when it is time for me to get along without you.
8. Sometimes people will be mean to me or scared of me. I expect you to stick up for me, but, I do not expect you to change the world.There are lots of really wonderful people in the world. You and I will meet many of them. There are also some real jerks who will be afraid of me or not treat me fairly. They will assume things about me that are not true. They may even assume things about you that are not true. You may want to blow their brains out. I may want to do the same. I expect you to speak up for me when you can. But I also need for you to be able to let it go. It will not help me if you are mad and defensive all the time. If you are, there are people who may not want to help me just because it is too hard for them to deal with you.
9. Finding good doctors and professionals is important but, you know me better than they do- I expect you to trust your own instincts about what is good for me. The doctors and therapists that work with me are going to be very important in the quality of my life. Some of them will be amazing and some of them will be pretty crazy. Often, it will be up to you to decide which is which. Listen to them, and know that what they say is important but, also remember that you know me best. If something they suggest does not feel right to you, listen to that small voice and speak up.
10. I really hope we can laugh. I believe that laughing was probably God’s best idea- It will be the one thing that can bring joy to our lives the quickest- If I get stuck in a mud puddle, it is probably funny. If you are lifting me and we both fall on the floor in a heap, that is probably funny too. A good joke is worth taking the time to laugh at- Help me not get so caught up in the serious problems we face every day to forget about laughing.
Big things are happening at Shut Up Industries and we’re not just talking about Patty and Gina’s recent weight gains. We’re pleased to announce our latest contest — the Imperfect Caricature Contest. The winner will receive $100 cash,and have their work featured on a new line of e-Cards available from Shut Up Industries.
For this contest, we’re looking for folks to do a caricature of the photo (pictured here) of P & G parading around in our Snuggies.
This contest is open to all — children, parents, grandparents, artists, etc. We’re looking for the best representation of our imperfectness, and will choose the caricature that best fits our goals for the e-cards. The final decision will be made by Shut Up Industries, not from public voting (sorry Idol fans.). The deadline for all entries is October 15, 2012 and should be submitted to firstname.lastname@example.org. Remember this is open to ALL (well except our snooty competitors at Be Quiet, Incorporated).
So what are you waiting for? Get out your crayons
One of the greatest perks of our jobs (aside from the fact that we can say “shut up” and make mistakes in the workplace) is that we have the privilege of meeting and learning from some pretty amazing people. Today, we were thrilled to receive an introductory email from Scott Lentine. Scott, who was diagnosed with high functioning autism, has accomplished much in his 25 years of life. He graduated from Merrimack College magna cum laude with a Bachelor’s Degree in Religious Studies. He is currently an office intern at the Arc of Massachusetts, where he tries to persuade lawmakers to pass key disability resources legislation to improve the lives of people with developmental disabilities. Scott is also a talented poet and songwriter and has graciously given us the privilege of sharing his work. So without further adieu, we present Ode to the Autistic Man by Scott Lentine. Please share it with others and leave him a comment on his terrific work.
The Ode to the Autistic Man
Try to understand the challenges that I face
I would like to be accepted as a human in all places
Where I will end up in life I don’t know
But I hope to be successful wherever I go
I would like to expand my social skills in life
Making new friends would be very nice
Stand proud for the autistic man
For he will find a new fan
I hope to overcome the odds I face today
Increased acceptance will lead me to a brighter day
By the age of 20, I will have made tremendous strides
I know in the future, life will continue to be an interesting ride
I have made new friends by the year
I will be given tremendous respect by my family and peers
I hope to get noted for bringing the issue of autism to the common man
So that autistic people can be accepted in this great land
Stand proud for the autistic man
For he will find a new fan
I hope to overcome the odds I face today
Increased acceptance will lead me to a brighter day
Finally, a stick figure family, we can relate. Photo courtesy of Snarky in the Suburbs.
Looking for a way to beat the Sunday Night Blues? Join us at 7:00 p.m. EST on our Facebook page for our weekly Sunday Night Caption Contest. This week’s photo featured P and G rocking their Snuggies. The winning caption submitted by Ma Ma Needs a Nap (we suspect that’s not her real name) was “The Hills Are Alive with the Sound of Imperfection.
Earning Honorable Mention were:
“Born Free as Free As the Snuggie Flows.”
“Wow, they really have changed the style and comfort of straight jackets.”
“Tiptoe through the tulips in our Snuggies with our wine!”
“The sisterhood of the traveling Snuggies.”
”1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Schlemiel! Schlimazel! Imperfection Incorporated!”
“And once free they danced in the Garden of Imperfection without care or fashion sense…”
“For the times your pajamas just aren’t dressy enough to shop at Walmart.”
“Perfect is… as Perfect does.”
“Join our cult today and get your free Snuggie!”
“Meet the Teletubbies evil sisters, Tipsy and Tinkle.”
“This is why doctors tell you to not share your meds!”
“Once upon a time, in an imperfect land, far, far away lived the Queens of Shut Up Land; where the official clothing was the snuggie and the official beverage was wine. The Queens are always there to welcome new residents with open arms!”
“We represent the imperfect kids, the imperfect kids, the imperfect kids. (Think lollipop kids)”
Thanks to all who participated.
They say imitation is the greatest form of flattery. Of course, when our children imitate us, that’s not necessarily the case. Sometimes we don’t realize how we’re behaving until we see our children play it out for us. Why keep the humor and humiliation of watching your children imitate you to yourself? Share it with the imperfect world by participating in our July Contest. To enter, just submitt a brief 30 second video clip of your child imitating you. Send it to email@example.com by July 31, 2012. Three entries will be determined by the Imperfect Judges at Shut Up Industries and the finalists will be posted on our Facebook page for voting on August 2. The winner will receive a Shut Up t-shirt of their choice.
The Promotions Department of Shut Up Industries is pleased to announce the winner of our first annual Imperfect Stick Family Contest — Sethany Griffin. Please join us in congratulating Sethany for creating such an imperfect family.. Sethany will take home a $50 AMEX gift card that can be used for any number of therapeutic purchases, including therapy co-pays, medication, stress balls, wine, and duct tape. Congratulations Sethany!
Tired of finding the same old boring clothes in your closet? Of looking at those pricey designer clothes that were made for the runway and not for your driveway? Check out the latest fashion trend at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tVXWuiYxyDU.
P and G are so proud to share this amazing poem written by the very talented Lynn Hawkins. It sheds tremendous light on Asperger’s.
Do you find lots of comfort in routines and lists?
Do surprises and changes make you clench up your fists?
Would you much rather plan a vacation next year,
Than have someone tell you, “Just go grab some gear?”
Are you much more at ease, on Facebook and such?
Do people try to tell you they’re just a social crutch?
Do you shrink from a handshake, want to run from a hug,
And crowds make you want to take an anxiety drug!
Do your friends complain that you never call back?
Does inviting them over cause a panic attack?
You know that your home isn’t totally clean,
But worry they might actually say something mean?
Do you worry that you should offer them food?
And if you don’t will they think that you’re rude?
So you hurry and clean, putting clutter away,
Then decide not to ask them to visit that day.
Are you honest to a fault, perhaps even blunt?
When you hear someone lie, do you always confront?
Do things people say, seem not to make sense?
Does trying to understand make you feel very tense?
When friends ask a question, does it just cause you stress?
Do you find that the truth’s very hard to suppress?
Do you give so many details, they start to object?
But leaving things out, would not be correct!
Do people tell you that they think you don’t care?
When they are in tears, do they give you a glare?
Do you think that emotional reactions are dumb?
Would you rather take action than just being glum?
Do you find that when you’re sad or depressed,
No one even notices you’re feeling distressed?
Since they don’t see you either sob or complain,
Apparently they think that you never feel pain.
Do you find it more easy to get angry than sad?
Do people tell you that it’s wrong to be mad?
Do you sometimes just have to stomp and scream,
Because of someone who’s terribly mean?
Do you worry so much about social affairs,
The things that you’ll do, the clothes that you’ll wear,
How long it will take so you’ll get there on time,
That you decide not to go? Maybe some other time.
Are your sheets too cold and your pants too tight?
Is the music too loud and the sun too bright?
Do the tags in your clothes make you wiggle and scratch?
Do you have to cover all holes with a patch?
Do the seams in your socks have to be placed just so?
And if you can’t get them right, in the garbage they go?
Do your shoelaces feel wrong, so you tie them again?
Does this sound like you? Well does it? Well, then….
You just might be an Aspie!
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