Showing posts with label ASD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ASD. Show all posts

Monday, February 25, 2019

AfterEffect: Against The Erasure of Arnaldo Rios Soto

Arnaldo Rios Soto, a Latinx male presenting autistic man with dark curly hair
wearing a gray t-shirt is holding a brown and tan teddy bear and smiling at the
camera.
Today, the police officer who shot Charles Kinsey goes on trial. I read a news report describing how Mr. Kinsey has not recovered from the trauma of being an unarmed Black man doing his job and trying to tend to his client and explain to the police that he and his client were unarmed and trying to cooperate. The police officer claimed he was not trying to shoot Mr. Kinsey. He wanted to shoot his autistic client, Arnaldo Rios Soto instead.

It is important to note that police radio notified officers that Arnaldo was holding a toy, and officers 20 feet away did not feel under threat. Quoting Mr. Rios Soto's attorney, Matthew Dietz, in the Miami Herald:

 “I can’t believe that every other officer heard on the radio that it was a toy,” Dietz said. Aledda “aimed, but couldn’t hit a 250-pound man sitting cross-legged on the ground, and he’s a SWAT member? If he was aiming at Arnaldo, he’s the worst shot in the world.”

Arnaldo was a passing mention in the story of the aftermath of this tragedy. In fact, the story of what happens to Arnaldo is told in heartbreaking detail on the podcast Aftereffect, which you can listen to by clicking this link: https://www.wnycstudios.org/shows/aftereffect

There were two victims of color that day, Mr. Kinsey and Arnaldo Soto. One was an African American carer, the other was his Latinx and autistic client. There shouldn't be a hierarchy of victims that makes the victim struck by the bullet intended for the other the main protagonist in this horror story. I find it sad but not surprising that this news article uses the power of words to leave Arnaldo a voiceless footnote in his own tragedy.

Arnaldo has paid a devastating price for wanting to take a walk away from his group home. He was targeted because he was autistic and wandering in the street on a route usually taken with Mr. Kinsey, clutching his toy truck.  Arnaldo was unjustly arrested, he was placed in the mental health equivalent of hell for too long. Despite his story having a happy ending of sorts (I mean, he's still in a group home), the memories of that day will haunt Arnaldo for the rest of his life, just as they haunt Charles Kinsey.

I think we need to remind the media that today, the police officer who alleged he aimed to shoot Arnaldo Rios Soto, an autistic young man of color, missed and shot his support staff member, Mr. Charles Kinsey, instead.

Read more about Arnaldo, Autism, and catastrophic encounters with law enforcement:

https://www.wnycstudios.org/shows/aftereffect
The low key ableist news article:
 https://www.local10.com/news/local-10-investigates/charles-kinsey-still-haunted-by-memories-of-police-involved-shooting
Other references
https://www.miamiherald.com/news/local/crime/article226624549.html
http://theautismwars.blogspot.com/2016/08/mustafas-dilemma.html
http://nosmag.org/arnaldo-rios-autistic-man-charles-kinsey-police-shooting/




Monday, March 31, 2014

Autism, Competence, Adding Kemal to Mustafa

A very long time ago, a mathematics teacher, Captain Üsküplü Mustafa Efendi gave his best pupil, a boy named Mustafa, the additional name Kemal, a name with a depth of meaning that I will simplify and say means maturity. This Mustafa went on to be given the name Ataturk, meaning "father of the Turks".  When our son was born, we named him Mustafa. We did not know then he was neurodivergent. We felt, if he could carry the name well, and became the young man we hoped he would be, we would add the name, Kemal. Because maturity is not born. It is earned.

I have said before that my son Mustafa is a heroic figure. Born in a day and age when having a name like Mustafa makes you the target of instant enmity, he orchestrates his life in rich, ripe, silences, punctuated by occasional gifts of a word sprinkled like salt and pepper over good soup. His hands flap as he conducts the symphony of the day that he has selected on his computer and he stands to do so. He is free to be himself at home, and because he is imposed upon so much outside our home, certain spaces, like his bedroom, are his to control except of course for cleaning them, which is a joint effort. 

The most heroic scenes in Mustafa's life do not take place in public. They aren't filmed and uploaded for viral video potential. No, those episodes happen quietly, at unexpected moments. This is the month when you'll hear the worst things about my son and his peers. He is, after all, the most apparently autistic young man. He cannot hide his neurology. So I wanted to share one of those moments because something good needs to be said about my boy right now before the landslide of negativity and fear buries us.

I have been ill, and combined with fatigue, it has made it rough to go through my scheduled days with Mustafa. He senses this and has begun doing small things to compensate for the slowness in my movements and the times when I must sit and wait. I had reached a moment when pain shot through me and I sat down with the shock of it. Then Mustafa did something surprising. He sat next to me a put his arm around my shoulders. He sat with me until the pain passed. He pushed me sideways indicating I should lay down. When his father, concerned at the sudden quiet found us Mustafa had covered me with a blanket, returned to his room, and was sitting back down at his computer, continuing to go about his business as if I was with him. He would occasionally stand by my bedroom door, checking on me.  He did not request any assistance from his father. It stunned me. His father assumed I had wrapped myself in the blankets and fallen asleep. I had not. Mustafa simply did for me what I do for him. He realized I needed to rest.  He took care of his mother.

In his life, with its professional presumption of incompetence, these moments are heroic because they fly in the face of assessments that insist data driven observation knows who he is and what he is capable of feeling and doing. His range of knowledge, capacity for empathy, or what he might do if allowed to make his own decisions to the degree he can are all glimmering in these moments of greatness.  Mustafa is eleven. What he did for me is beyond the scope of what many eleven-year-old boys today would stop to assess and do. 

A few years ago I spoke to my husband about the idea that should Mustafa master communication we might add the name Kemal to his name. I don't think we need to do that now. He has matured without the name. Mustafa kemale ermek yolunda. Meaning Mustafa is on the road to maturity.  Happy Autism Acceptance Month my son.  Thank you for taking care of me.

Love,
Mom


Tuesday, November 12, 2013

A Mouse that Roars - Standing in Defiance of Autism Speaks

Trauma Trigger Warning for language and ableism

On November 13, 2013, Autism Speaks will unleash the full force of its corporate lobbying budget and political action money on Washington D.C.. Autism Speaks is bombarding the District of Columbia with advertising, showering universities with research funding and overwhelming the locals with overwrought, ableist, tragedy rhetoric in order to fulfill their corporate agenda. Anyone in their way will be crushed underfoot. Any person objecting to or criticizing how they do business will be legally dealt with. Autism Speaks has repeatedly made that point, and it was again made clear when they rescinded a job offer to the mother of an autistic teen who requested reasonable accommodation to care for him during her work day (click here for details on that incident).

Tomorrow, autistic disability rights activist Lydia Brown will face down this bombastic display of corporate wealth and power and try to be heard. She will stand in defiance of Autism Speaks' three day "national policy summit" that excludes the voices of autistic adults who advocate for their peers. I am the mother of one of those "children who will need help all their lives". I am an autism mother. I stand with Lydia Brown in defiance of Autism Speaks. 

Yes, gentle people. I am asking that all of you stand with us against this frightening force lumbering forward with no interest in our families or in autistic people who are growing up and aging. Autism Speaks is inhumanely imposing their idea of what our community needs and attempting to mandate everything from how my son will be housed to funding research that has no real benefit to my son or his peers. Note that no research funding is going to technology that provides more effective augmentative alternative communication devices, when the primary challenge to autistic individuals throughout their lifespan is communication. Assistive technology solutions for autonomous living are not funded by Autism Speaks research money. Mrs. Suzanne Wright refers to autistics as "the autism crisis", dehumanizing them in a most ableist manner. She goes on to equate my son and his peers, who are still very much here as being "missing", a clear reference to the highly offensive "Ransom Notes" campaign launched by New York University discussedhere. Her exact statement in this excerpt from her blog post, entitled Autism Speaks to Washington - A Call for Actionis



"This week is the week America will fully wake up to the autism crisis

If three million children in America one day went missing – what would we as a country do?

If three million children in America one morning fell gravely ill – what would we as a country do?

We would call out the Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines. We’d call up every member of the National Guard. We’d use every piece of equipment ever made.

We’d leave no stone unturned.

Yet we’ve for the most part lost touch with three million American children, and as a nation we’ve done nothing."
Suzanne Wright
Her entire disturbing post can be read here.

For all those saying that Autism Speaks is understanding neurodiversity, the message is clear that at Autism Speaks, tragedy, ableism, and fear tactics are still the order of the day. My son's challenges are enough without Autism Speaks using them to push their own agenda in his name without his voice in his own affairs. He's not lost. Only Autism Speaks has lost touch with the very autistic people it professes to represent. Autism Speaks has no autistic governing representation of any significance on their board of directors. Please take the time to read Ms. Brown's latest post here.  Read about how autistic adults were treated by people who were participating in the juggernaut Autism Speaks fundraising event machine here when these young autistic activists exercised their right to protest the event. Autistic adults are our children, grown up. Do we want our children to be voiceless and passive, accepting what people who do not understand or care about them decide about their lives? Or do we want to know that they are standing together to defend their own right to speak for themselves and control as much of their own lives as they can?

Autism Speaks promotes ABA thoughtlessly, ignoring documented harmful outcomes like learned helplessness that must be dealt with years after this intervention ends. Parents and autistics of all ages who are capable of self advocacy should be given the right to choose what accommodations, supports, services and help they need. What the wealthy grandparents of an autistic child deem worked for him must not therefore be mandated for all of us. Autism families and autistic adults who don't agree with the way Autism Speaks approaches autism should not be simply subjected to their dictated national policy. No organization has the right to remove my son's right to be heard and mandate whether  and how my son is included in his school and his community.  I will not let Autism Speaks silence my son as he grows up. I will not allow Autism Speaks to usurp my voice as a parent and mandate what it thinks my son needs. Autism Speaks does not have that right.

Autism Speaks has no right to perpetuate policies that leave my son at the mercy of strangers in isolation from his own community, chemically lobotomized because their organization is uncomfortable with his apparent differences and degree of impairment. I look different from people who are white. My nose is wider. I will not narrow it. My skin is darker. I will not lighten it. I am visibly different from Mrs. Suzanne Wright. Should she then speak for what I need because she is in a position to bestow large quantities of money on those who make decisions? I thought this was the United States of America. I can speak for myself and adults with my son's degree of impairment can speak for him, until he can clearly communicate his needs himself. Only someone who knows what road my son will travel as an adult can know what he needs. Sorry that is not someone who is not autistic.

I will stand with Lydia Brown and disability and human rights activists in defiance of the mega nonprofit Autism Speaks.  For those of you who say Autism Speaks has good intentions, I respond that the road to a hellish future for my son and too many of his peers is being paved with their good intentions. We are at the crossroads of a very dangerous turn in the road of nonprofit public policy lobbying. Will this organization dictate the lives of your children? Is the future that you see for your grown son or daughter? A future of poverty and dependence on people paid to care for them after you are gone? Look further. We have the technology to vastly improve the quality of life for my son and his peers. Isn't it sad that the push for assistive technology development for wounded warriors is encouraged but that drive does not exist for our community? We must take a breath, step away from sadness and ask each day how our children will live as independent adults. 

The goal is autonomy. I want the whole American Dream for my son. I want lifetime educational access so he can continue learning until he reaches his highest potential. I want supported employment beyond him pushing a shopping cart. I want him to live on his own in clean, safe, housing beyond poverty. I want him to be an active part of his community. No revamped institutional residential housing is going to be accepted by me for my son. I have seen segregation. That didn't really work out for us people of color at all. We decided that was enough of that. How is that supposed to be ok for my disabled son?

I will be a mouse who roars. Even if I cannot be there in person, I want to be there in spirit, and so today I roar for Lydia Brown, and all those who will stand with her. A friend has a blog with a title that describes the unstoppable force headed Autism Speaks' way tomorrow.  The title is "Small But Kind of Mighty".

Lend your voices to ours, online and in person. Roar for your progeny. Demand more.

Here is my thank you to every brave soul who stands and speaks for my son. In solidarity.

Nothing About My Son Without HIm.






Saturday, March 23, 2013

White Polo Shirts, Autistic Eyes


MuAApic
Multiracial boy whistling, sitting on brown leather chair  wearing a white polo shirt
 with the words "stand against restraints, seclusion, and bullying by teachers" 
© Kerima Cevik
About a week ago I was looking for a recent picture of my son stimming as my annual contribution to Paula Durbin-Westby's Autism Acceptance Year site, and came across one of my favorite recent photos of him. I decided that this would be his official Autism Acceptance Month photo this year. But why I made this decision requires the story of how he came to be the proud owner of what I believe is the only white polo shirt with the provocative words "Stand Against Restraint, Seclusion, and Bullying by Teachers" manufactured anywhere, to date.  That slogan was emblazoned on t-shirts and is now part of the history of the protests brought to the very door of the Judge Rotenberg Center in the course of a valiant war to release one of the few tapes of sustained torture that survived the purging of evidence related to charges brought against the center over  the many years of its existence. So here is the story.

Mustafa was one of the first customers to order a t-shirt created by autistic activist Lydia Brown, for those of us who were families fighting against the maltreatment of autistic children in school placements of all kinds. By this time Emily Holcomb was safe and Chris Baker's petition letter was being passed through all internet social networking channels. No one knew that  Cheryl McCollins would come down like the wrath of the Lord on the JRC in court and request the court release the video of the hours of torture her son Andre suffered at the hands of staff to the media. Everyone got their new t-shirts and was happy. The problem was, once the shirt was on him, Mu would not take it off. As happens with some children, he liked the shirt and wanted that shirt on every day. Of course, it began to fade from frequent washing. And there was no guarantee that he would like a new identical t-shirt as much. More importantly, he needed to dress more formally for some of the places we were going and that t-shirt was too casual. I posed the problem to Lydia and asked if they could do me a favor that might make both Mu and me happy.  The result is the white polo shirt in the photo above. Even though the writing beautifully stitched on the right breast area makes special needs service professionals wince, they regularly compliment him on the how great the white shirt looks against his dark tan complexion.

The magnitude of what this photograph means to me becomes clear when it is realized that although Mu did not choose to stop whistling while I was taking the photo, he did look right at the camera. He is, by nature, someone who does not look directly at anyone, so when he does it means you have been given a gift. This is also the first photo in which he is beginning to look like the man he will become. And that small sign of a different operating system, his autistic eyes, look for a brief instant directly into mine. If you have spent any time around autistic adults and they graced you with those eyes you will recognize the eyes of your children and catch your breath. The feeling is one of finding a long lost cousin of your child at a family reunion. You see the eyes, even in complete strangers, and you don't have to ask. Even when they don't say "I am autistic", you know.

 It came to me recently that one of the many reasons I care so much for all of these activists, and all those autistic children and adults they fight for,  is because they have, regardless of color, my son's eyes.  When they are able to look directly at me for an instant, it is a gift and a surprise, and at that instant, I remember my son and how much we love him.  I "see" my autistic son is growing up.


Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Written Testimony Before the U.S. House Committee on Oversight & Government Reform



TESTIMONY OF MRS. KERIMA CEVIK, MOTHER OF MUSTAFA NURI CEVIK

November 30, 2012

Main Concerns:
  • Re-aligning funding to remove the racial, ethnic, gender and income disparities in access to accurate diagnosis, lifespan supports and services
  •  Distributing research funding to increase research in assistive technology supports, quality of service provision, and directly addressing the needs of Autistic individuals and care providing families throughout their lifespan
  • The importance of the Olmstead decision for my son and those like him
  • Medicaid will be important to my son; continued federal governance is needed


Thank you, Chairman Issa, Ranking Member Cummings and esteemed Members of the Committee, for allowing me to share my family’s concerns and Autism experiences with you.

My name is Kerima Cevik.  I am a resident of Prince George’s County, Maryland and mother to Mustafa Cevik, affectionately known as Mumu, a wonderful 10-year-old boy with multiple intellectual disabilities. When our son was four, we took him to the Kennedy Krieger Institute for evaluation. After three years and four pediatricians telling us “let’s wait and see, maybe he’ll speak” our son was given a grim diagnosis that included the labels “low functioning” and “nonverbal Autism”.  We were told that our son would never speak; he’d never improve, that he would always need help with all his basic needs.  We were also told there was nothing we could do to improve our son’s situation. Then we were left to absorb this harsh reality about our child.

Since his diagnosis, we have seen our boy repeatedly surprise the experts. We videotaped our child doing things we were told he did not have the cognition to do. The team at Kennedy Krieger realized our son was capable of learning and retaining what he learned. He was in fact, not as he appeared. We were told we were at the bottom of the developmental mountain with our son. But he showed them differently. What we’ve learned about our son is that he has the ability to achieve whatever he goal he sets for himself despite the severity of his disabilities. And each developmental roadblock he passes drives us to fight that much harder for his right to respect, acceptance, literacy, and his right to gain the intensive supports he needs to help him be as independent as possible throughout his lifespan.

Our son is very brave. He has survived abuse and neglect in school. He steps outside each day to a world where he is gaped at and made the object of ridicule. I am a woman of color, what our government has labeled “Black of Hispanic origin”. So I know what discrimination is. I cannot explain why this hate exists to my son. He senses it however. He faces racism and ableism patient and unfazed, because he knows he is loved and accepted at home. He has made great strides despite not being allowed to benefit from the treatments and therapies that are supposed to be available at his school and in his community.

My son’s story is not unusual for special needs children in families with racial and ethnic differences. So I was disappointed when I heard a medical professional testifying that late diagnosis and disparity of care were the result of episodic medical visits to pediatricians by minority families.  Racial bias in health care and education is well known and I expected that to be addressed by witnesses at this hearing and it was not. I am respectfully requesting the committee invite witnesses from a broad demographic, who might be able to give testimony about the experience of racial, ethnic, and gender differences and how this directly impacts supports and services for Autistic individuals who are also minorities or women.

It angered me to hear some of the testimony at the hearing because our son is our pride and joy. He is an amazing human being. His strength of will alone is humbling. Is it easy to not work outside the home in order to teach and care for him? It is a great deal easier than what my son deals with each day of his existence. And yet he gets up and jumps into life with all the joy the rest of us may sometimes lack. He deserves better than being called a burden.  He is not a “damaged child”. Autism did not take our son away; our son is Autistic and is learning to meet and master his challenges. I cannot get up in the morning and remove my dark skin; I expect the world to accept me as I am, because my skin looks good on me. While the devastating historical attacks on the self-image of dark skinned people have created a market for skin-lightening treatments, “curing” my dark skin is not the answer. Nor can my son’s brain be removed from his body; it is part of who he is. The answer then, is to accept him as he is, and help him meet the challenges his neurology might present him. The Autistic ability to persevere is giving him the will to work to master skills many of us take for granted. And if funding is balanced and distributed in such a way that my son and all those waiting for services are given the supports and accommodation needed to be fully contributing members of society they will not disappoint. Our son’s continuing story is proof that motivation, will, and courage are the ingredients of successful people.

Funding for Services and Supports

Research is a fine thing and I support it; but our son and his peers will not benefit from any research currently being done because this research is not in areas such as better learning approaches, life skill acquisition, Autism specific healthcare and more efficient and affordable assistive technology. There is very little research on the health profiles of individuals on the Autism spectrum. And what caused my son’s brain to be wired differently and whose fault it may be is probably the least urgent of the questions he needs answered. Autism’s primary challenge is communication, and yet no research dollars are invested in assistive technology and education strategies to maximize literacy in nonspeaking Autistics. I fought to get a single assistive technology evaluation and this evaluation resulted in the professional opinion that our son could use an iPad and TouchChat App as an affordable speech device. He is learning to use it now. This single event could change the entire quality of our son’s life. We must somehow afford a second iPad device and the software to have on hand as a backup communication device should his present device be damaged. Families are borrowing money, fundraising, trying to do anything they can to get the equipment they need for their loved ones to communicate. Imagine how we feel when we are told that funding for iPads and iPod as AAC devices is not approved but funding for a $10,000 dynavox device and the requisite supports and equipment needed to make using it feasible is. If the funding spent on awareness campaigns was spent on iPads the impact on the %25 of the Autistic population that needs communication support and literacy would be life changing. Where funding goes and how it is used in our community concerns us.

Because our son is learning to use an iPad speech device, someday he might be able to testify about his needs directly before your committee. Many older children and adults on the Autism spectrum who do not have verbal speech are erroneously labeled “low functioning” and thought to be incapable of learning. We were told our son would always have the mental age of a 6 month old. His life is changing because we ceased listening to what he could not do and began focusing on what he could.  Shouldn’t more than 2% of funding go to helping our children and Adults on the spectrum become more independent? Much of the aggression associated with some Autistic nonspeaking children and Adults resolves itself when these individuals are given a means to communicate. Yet research is lacking on Autism and literacy.

The Olmstead Decision
When our son was first diagnosed, we were told that at some near future date, we would be placing him in an institution. If you are a parent, probably one of the most horrific things you could be told is that it might be a good idea to institutionalize your toddler. I am so glad we did not heed that advice but instead sought support from the Kennedy Krieger Institute and other resources to help our son. He has made greater improvement at home and in his community. While many of his peers are on medications to reduce anxiety and regulate sleep, he is medication free and is receiving professional help to manage the overwhelming sensory input he deals with daily without medication. Unfortunately life in institutions often came with medication used for chemical restraint, and for many of developmentally disabled children heartbreaking abuse and neglect. Funding for community-based care allows families like ours to be educated care providers and our children to live in whatever degree of independence they can. Whenever a vulnerable population is made to be dependent on an institutional style care setting the risk rises for abuse. The Olmstead decision has saved the lives of hundreds of disabled children and adults and is creating environments that allow us to see our children in our schools and communities and not shut away and harmed. The benefit of my son being out and about in his wheelchair is that his is accepted in his community. Our son is an active part of his community everywhere typical children are. The only way to end the maltreatment of developmentally disabled children and adults is to end segregating them. The idea of our son, after having come so far, being forced to live in prison-like conditions because he is disabled is horrific to me. The federal role in assuring that our son and all those like him are not imprisoned in the guise of providing housing supports because they are in the profoundly disabled category is critical.

A final concern about Medicaid Funding
Although our son is not currently a Medicaid recipient, his degree of disability dictates that at some future date he will be. Many of his disabled peers are able to have the critical medical support services they need through Medicaid. Please do not reduce the role of the Federal government in Medicaid services.



Thank you for your time and consideration.

Thursday, February 21, 2013

FAPE, Segregation, and Brown v Board of Education

“All warfare is based on deception.” 
― Sun TzuThe Art of War 


"In these days, it is doubtful that any child may reasonably be expected to succeed in life if he is denied the opportunity of an education. Such an opportunity, where the state has undertaken to provide it, is a right that must be made available on equal terms."
- Chief Justice Earl Warren, Brown v. Board of Education (1954)


If you are an autism parent advocate, and you think any voucher system that locks your child away from peers is giving you educational choices and keeping your child safe, you are being deceived. 

Sometimes in the name of doing something right for our children, and with the best intentions, we parent advocates use our power indiscriminately and the consequences are devastating. Take Ohio's autism scholarship program for example. It sounds great doesn't it? Until a parent really understands the fine print. Things like: 


1. Parents are required to waive their child's right to a free and appropriate education (FAPE). 
2. The scholarship is less than the value of the funding provided for special education services in a public school setting 
3.  If the value of the scholarship is less than the services provided in a nonpublic placement, the parents must pay the difference
4. Parents of special needs children become part of the systemic segregation of school populations by degree of impairment, race and class
5. Parents inadvertently increase the defunding of already underfunded schools. 

So what parents are being asked to do is give up their child's right to be included in their community school, take less than what would be spent to educate and provide services for their autistic child in public school, and segregate their autistic child in a nonpublic school that may or may not be in their neighborhood, then pay the difference for that private segregated school.  What this law does is make ableism part of the system by implying to the children and school districts in Ohio that autistic children are not wanted in their own communites. They are not good enough to attend their own neighborhood schools. Like black children before Brown v. The Board of Education of Topeka, KS, autistic children are being hidden away from society and their parents are being bribed and deceived into helping segregate their own children.

Parents are signing away their children's right to a free and public education in the name of a safe school environment, or in the mistaken perception that nonpublic services are better. Being a student in a nonpublic school does not protect one from abuse and neglect.

 What other rights will we remove from our own children in the name of protecting them? 

Let me speak truth here. I was the black girl who integrated my 5th, 6th, 7th, and 8th grade classes in our school. Our family was the first black family to move to the upper middle class neighborhood in that rural area. It was not fun. It was not easy. But it made school staff and my classmates better able to tell their communities that black children were just children and deserved the same education in the same classrooms as white children. Our children should not be viewed as vulnerable creatures who if allowed to go out into our communities will be victimized. It is their right to go and exercise their right to be included as citizens of our towns and our nation. It is their Constitutional right. Disabled activists and parents fought and sacrificed for this right. If we are to advocate for our children we must understand they are people and not less than us. They aren't angels; they aren't babies. They are growing up. And it is our job to ask ourselves now what quality of life we want them to have as adults, and how we want our communities to receive them. Only then should we advocate and drive policy accordingly.

When parents sign away their autistic child's right to anything, they are doing them harm. When parents decide, for example, that because ABA works for their child that it should be the unilateral therapy method for all autistic children and work to drive policy to mandate funding for this one therapy method, they are defunding other peer reviewed therapeutic methodologies from reaching other children who need them. Children who might flourish under TEACCH, the Miller Method, DiR Floortime, and behavioral therapies like Collaborative Problem Solving.  I can't stress this enough. We need to review our priorities throroughly before using our power and privilege to make policy changes as parent advocates.

 We have no right to harm others to gain some expediency for our own children. This type of emotion driven policy advocacy comes from a mentality that I see in some parents. It permeates special education in particular. The first thing parents are told is to look out for their own child and let other parents look out for theirs. This is WRONG. Parental  rights in the IEP process are very limited. The only power parents have to leverage in this process is the power that comes from working together to improve outcomes and quality of services for all our children. The every parent for their own child mentality also enables the system of child abuse that is pervasive in both nonpublic and public schools charged with educating our children. Because it eliminates responsibility for reporting when witnessing harm to other special needs children. Parents don't feel they are stakeholders in the school system, so they don't report what they see if it is not their child. We need to accept that this is the case, and act today to make it stop. Making it stop will end the flood of homeschooling families and make our neighborhood schools a safe place for our children. 

Please read "A Different Kind of Choice: Educational inequality and the continuing significance of racial segregation" by clicking here to know more about why this concerns me so greatly.

The population of autism families I serve is disproportionately nonwhite, and depends on the minimal services provided in their public schools.

It had been my plan to keep my son from public school and continue to homeschool him. Because of these trends in parent advocacy, and the terrible harm this type of legislation does the populations of autism families that depend on FAPE, I have spent the last year preparing my own son to transition back to public school. I will fight for inclusion despite his degree of disability  Am I frightened for my son? Yes. But I am more afraid of what will happen to him if he is not allowed to live a life with the same civil rights others died for us to have. I fought for my right to be accepted as an equal in this society. My son must be allowed the same opportunity. Only his presence will educate them. His absence will erase him.

Any variety of vouchering is a systemic method of eliminating our right to a free public education. When you lose a civil right, it is nearly impossible to get it back. I am literate and educated because of a Supreme Court decision that allowed this to happen. Read the paragraph below. Then replace the word Negro with Autistic.  Hopefully then you will all understand what the fuss is about.


SUPREME COURT OF THE UNITED STATES

347 U.S. 483

Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka

APPEAL FROM THE UNITED STATES DISTRICT COURT FOR THE DISTRICT OF KANSAS


No. 1. Argued: Argued December 9, 1952Reargued December 8, 1953 --- Decided: Decided May 17, 1954

Segregation of white and Negro children in the public schools of a State solely on the basis of race, pursuant to state laws permitting or requiring such segregation, denies to Negro children the equal protection of the laws guaranteed by the Fourteenth Amendment -- even though the physical facilities and other "tangible" factors of white and Negro schools may be equal. Pp. 486-496.(a) The history of the Fourteenth Amendment is inconclusive as to its intended effect on public education. Pp. 489-490.(b) The question presented in these cases must be determined not on the basis of conditions existing when the Fourteenth Amendment was adopted, but in the light of the full development of public education and its present place in American life throughout the Nation. Pp. 492-493.(c) Where a State has undertaken to provide an opportunity for an education in its public schools, such an opportunity is a right which must be made available to all on equal terms. P. 493.(d) Segregation of children in public schools solely on the basis of race deprives children of the minority group of equal educational opportunities, even though the physical facilities and other "tangible" factors may be equal. Pp. 493-494.(e) The "separate but equal" doctrine adopted in Plessy v. Ferguson, 163 U.S. 537, has no place in the field of public education. P. 495.(f) The cases are restored to the docket for further argument on specified questions relating to the forms of the decrees. Pp. 495-496.









Friday, September 30, 2011

About the Autism Dialogues


Welcome to my blog. It is new. I started it this summer. I am not a writer. My grammar is atrocious.  But I am representative of a demographic of parents who are underrepresented in the autism conversation. I wanted to try and reflect that feeling of being outside of discourse and public policy. I also want to infuse a kind of hope. Hope that, in the long run,  painful as such dialogs may be, they have the potential to change the quality of life for both our children and the only adults who truly understand what it means to be autistic.

Shannon Des Roches Rosa moderated a series of dialogs on The Thinking Person's Guide to Autism. But as I read each day's dialog, I felt outside the conversation. No one appeared to speak from the perspective of my community of parents.

Now I've had a change of heart. I think Kristina Chew and Paula Durbin-Westby wrote eloquently from the perspective of parents in a way other parents in my situation can understand. I am someone who has gone out in search of autistic adults who are nonspeaking like my son, in the hopes that listening to them might give me an insight into how to best help my son. I am also quite painfully familiar with the uglier side of discrimination both as a matter of daily life and as my son’s parent and advocate.

My son will be an adult in the blink of an eye. So I must try to understand self-advocates as much as I can and I hope my son is someday able to advocate for himself. If he can’t do so, I must continue to be his voice. My daughter is a medical interpreter. When you interpret you are the voice of another person. You don’t say what you want or what you think is best for the patient. You translate verbatim as much as linguistically possible. That is what my goal is should he not be able to self-advocate. To be an interpreter for my son.

At some point everyone in this community must grasp that we are part of an effort to gain civil rights for our autistic children. To parents like me, who are not autistic, don't give up. Keep reading. I'm trying too. I'm determined to cross that divide with you.



Sunday, July 10, 2011

Two Autism Stories

Several years ago, I attended a meeting of parents and care providers to discuss the lack of county services available for their loved ones on the autism spectrum. At the meeting, an African American medical professional told me something that still gives me pause: "Autism is a disability for the rich," she said. “Only the wealthy can afford the costs of the intensive early interventions we as parents need to help our children succeed." She continued, “As African Americans, we are disproportionately caring for our children on the spectrum as single parents, with limited means, and are dependent on institutions like our public schools to give whatever supports they can."

As I continue my three year fight for appropriate supports for my own child, I ask myself each day, “Was my acquaintance correct? No matter how diligently I try, no matter the effort I make, will I be unable to provide my own child with the help he needs because of financial and racial disparities?”

Two stories show this disparity of care, resources, and options in a way that leaves me with heartbreaking concern. A Journey into the World of Autism is a series of photographs with commentary, about an against all odds, full on battle for the dignity and civil rights of a 14 year old African American boy, Daniel Tuttle Jr. Daniel was given a diagnosis of autism when he was 2 years old. He never received early interventions or any support services. His battle for services is still being fought by a woman who is not his mother. She was his first daycare provider as an infant; when she heard Daniel's mother was out of work and overwhelmed trying to manage his care, she did not hesitate to go through the process of becoming his care provider.

Autism Lives Daily in Our House briefly outlines the story of Jack Drinkwine, a white child diagnosed with autism who is receiving intensive interventions and supports. He has teams of medical and educational professionals working with him to improve his ability to navigate his world. Jack's mother, a university professor, discusses the combination of therapies and supports paid for by a combination of funding that Daniel Tuttle's care provider could never hope to achieve.
Daniels is homeschooled and sent to a speech therapist. Daniel's only other therapy, administered by his care provider, is a GFCF diet and the basic set of the shoebox task system, the foundational exercises in the TEACCH method. Daniel's care provider continues to try to place him in a safe educational environment where he is able to adapt to the classroom and receive at least minimal services and supports. Meanwhile, Professor Drinkwine advises other parents to acquire the intensive interventions for their children that she has, never considering that many parents and care providers do not have the resources available to them that a family with two working parents- a university professor and a high ranking military officer- does.

Is this disparity of service placing African American children on the spectrum at risk for more confrontations with aversive behavioral management techniques, fewer educational and therapeutic supports and a greater risk for either institutional care or catastrophic encounters with the criminal justice system as adults? It is a chilling thought for me as I look at my dark skin and my deeply autistic son.


Please read both articles and let me know what you think:

A Journey Into The World of Autism
Autism Lives Daily in Our House

More on Daniel Tuttle Jr. from DC & NYC Photographer Eli Meir Kaplan:
Against the Odds