I Fear God, Wandering and Divides

I don't know about you, but this scare me...

I don’t know about you, but this scare me…

The names and faces of all of the precious children with autism that have vanished or died flash through my mind all of the time. As I think of them I worry about my own daughter.

I remember when adorable Mikaela Lynch disappeared and was later found, drowned, in a creek by her home… I was devastated for her, for her family and simultaneously terrified of my little girl finding the same fate… Much like sweet little Mikaela my girl loves water. My ex husband has a pool. For several days I harassed him about it. “Don’t let her near it when you’re not right there. Keep an eye on her. You don’t understand she could drown!” The mere thought of our little princess near that pool sent me into a panic attack. Friends told me not to think about it; don’t create problems where there aren’t any. They were right. I was going out of my mind with fear, knowing that her dad wouldn’t let anything happen to her, any more than I would. We might not have made it as a married couple, but he’s a good dad. I know this. I repeated all of these things to myself.

Months later, so many more children have perished… So many wandered from school; from home; from grandma’s house… never to be seen alive again. I shake my fists at the sky and ask “Why? Why God? WHY?” I have yet to receive an answer- or at least one that I can live with…

A fellow autism mom, advocate and a woman whom I have immense respect and love for recently posted a picture of her family- each one of them had their hand on their treasured boy; one who is severely effected by autism and who lacks any sense of danger… In the caption she begged that people look to understand, not to judge… It can happen to anyone.

Even her.

Even me.

Even you.

So what do we do? Do we wring our hands in despair, demanding answers from the divine when perhaps that is not where the answers lay at all? What if God is up there shaking His fist at us for not hearing Him?

What if the answers are not in the question, but in our response to the tragedies that befall our community every day…? What if we stood together BEFORE Avonte, before Mikeala, before the next child vanishes without a trace…? What if the camaraderie, community and care that flows so freely in the face of tragedy was actually part of our daily lives? What could we do then?

I think of the deep divide within the autism community… Cure vs. Acceptance, Vaccinations vs. Anti-Vaccinations… the divides are endless. What if, instead of pointing fingers and blaming others if we all stood together for our children, for our families?

Can you imagine? Try… for just a minute to imagine what life would be like if we treated each other with understanding, compassion and love BEFORE tragedy strikes… Could that be the answer? Could it really be as simple as LOVE? Think about the powerhouse we could be if we were all motivated by our love and commitment to our families and each other and not proving a point.

Diving Into The Shark Tank

I admit it. I’ve been wary of diving into the controversy over Autism Speaks. Today I find myself in a position where I can no longer sit on the fence.

I’ve always had mixed feeling about the organization- and as is true to my nature I tried to view them very holistically. Before I cannonball into what inspired me to write today, I feel like I should first tell you why I’ve been on the proverbial fence. Before I begin I will respectfully ask that no tomatoes are thrown.

Many in the autism community are offended by Autism Speaks use of the word “cure” and even more angered by their pursuit of one. They see it as Autism Speaks flagrantly announcing that autistic people are broken and flawed; that they have a disease akin to leprosy. Words such as “epidemic” are interpreted as fear mongering techniques. (1 in 50 school age children? If not an epidemic, what is it?)

Let me tell you why I disagree. (Don’t worry the cannonball is coming.) I disagree because autism is a spectrum disorder. Specifically meaning that each person with autism is different. Their strengths are different. Their challenges are different. No two people on the spectrum are the same. Ever.

The majority, if not all who are offended by this type of speech are not severely effected. Those with autism who protest this language are generally high functioning- not without challenges of course but they have found a way to live with the challenges that autism has given them. Parents, relatives and friends who protest are in some ways, much like me. Their loved one has autism and they do a simultaneous dance of celebration with what has been overcome and wanting desperately to allow their loved one freedom to be themselves, and to be loved for who they are. Autism shapes people, it quite often manifests in special gifts and talents that may (or may not- how do we know?) exist because of autism. It becomes a part of who you are and everyone wants to be respected for who they are. I get that.

What I don’t understand is why people who do support a cure are vilified. Supporting a cure does not mean that their love for someone with autism is less. It doesn’t mean that they don’t respect who their loved one is. It means to me that they know the dark side of autism, and want desperately to help the one they love to be free of the chains that autism binds around them. The pain of autism is immense for so many families. How can we look the other way from this and pretend that autism is just a simple quirk? How can we ignore the child who repeatedly bashes their head against a wall to relieve the frustration that they can’t speak? How do we turn away from the mother who is still cleaning her son’s diapers even though he is closer to adulthood than infancy? Why do we close our eyes, ears and hearts to the brutality of severe autism? Is it because it is uncomfortable? Because we fear that if we linger too long in the dark side it will engulf us too?

Are we that disconnected as a community that we only identify with the part of the spectrum that is in our lives? Do we each take our own puzzle piece, run around comparing ours to others and only surround ourselves by the ones that closely match our own? Are we really that segmented?

I don’t think that there is a right or a wrong answer to wanting to know the how’s and why’s of autism. I’m a software developer and very much a problem solver at heart so perhaps that is why I feel this way. Or maybe it is deeper than that. Maybe it is because when I watch my beautiful daughter get lost behind the wall that autism erects I too want to smash it down. I want desperately to see the look of confusion and longing for connection vanish from her eyes. I’m her mom. Aren’t I supposed to be able to fix everything??

Does thinking that way make me a bad mother? I don’t think so… I think it is natural parental instinct.

It’s true that I’ve always thought that Autism Speaks should include those with autism in their conversation; that I’ve been continually dismayed by their financial management and personally insulted to learn that every donation I gave them did not really go to helping those with autism but simply rolled over into other fundraising events- among other things I can’t support. I no longer donate to them because of this- however until today I had tried my best to reserve judgement. The voices on both sides of the fence were loud and I had a hard time deciphering truth from interpretation.

Someone that I have the utmost respect and admiration for works for Autism Speaks. She will know who she is if she reads this.*  She has devoted her life to fighting for insurance coverage that will provide the therapies that people with autism need to learn their way around the world. She has a son with autism whose smile makes me smile, even if I’ve only seen it in pictures. I sometimes tell people that when I grow up I want to be like her. A powerhouse for change with a heart that never quits.  Maybe it was this personal connection that made me sit on the fence for so long.

Now the cannonball. Today I read a revealing post by Lydia Brown in which she describes Autism Speaks association with the Judge Rotenberg Center. You can find that here: http://www.autistichoya.com/2013/11/an-unholy-alliance-autism-speaks-and.html. The JRC operates with this methodology “if you pair an unwanted behavior with a painful stimulus, the unwanted behavior will go away.” (Quote from Lydia Brown’s article) The stimuli they use include physical abuse and what I can only call torture. According to Lydia Brown at least 6 people have died as a result. How can such a huge organization that claims to advocate for those with autism collaborate in any way with a Center who blatantly abuses people on the spectrum??? I am sickened and appalled.

After learning what I did today; after reading John Elder Robison’s resignation letter in which he implores them for not accepting his valiant efforts to include those they represent in their decisions and message (which you can find here: http://jerobison.blogspot.com/2013/11/i-resign-my-roles-at-autism-speaks.html) I find myself in absolute awe of the audacity of the organization to so flippantly disregard those it claims to be for. I wish I could say I was angry, but I am not. I am sad. I am sad that an organization with the power to do so much good for those with autism is instead using it to exacerbate the negativity that all of us in the autism community fight every single day.

“Light it up blue?” No thanks. I’ll forgo the passive lights and do what I do best: Get up and DO something.

**Everything I’ve written here is based on my own personal experiences, conversations and observations and is NOT intended to speak for anyone but myself.**

*I choose to not use names unless it is to give them credit such as Lydia Brown and John Elder Robison without consent.