Where are the parents?

I received this email today from a dear friend, and I wanted to share it with all of you who find yourselves venturing to our OASISTALK Blog. It is not meant to offend or make one feel guilty. It opens up the box to let others see the reality that many live with daily.

May those who live this find encouragement to know you are not alone. To those who have thought about, "Where are the parents"?, may this bring a sense of understanding and change in view as you now "have the rest of the information".

Where are the parents?
By Sue Stuyvesant

I am mom to Michelle, 9 years old, microcephalic, athetoid/spastic CP, Cortical Visual Impairment, Seizure Disorder - and CUTE! Earlier this week a question was asked by some nit wit school official as to why there weren't more parents (of special needs kids) involved in the local PTA and other issues that have come up that directly involve our kids. His question, which was passed on to me, was "Where are the Parents?". Here, the question gets answered.

Where are the parents?

They are on the phone talking to doctors and hospitals and fighting with insurance companies, wading through the red tape in order that their child's medical needs can be properly addressed.

They are buried under a mountain of paperwork and medical bills, trying to make sense of a system that seems designed to confuse and intimidate all but the very savvy.

Where are the parents?

They are at home, diapering thier 15-year old son, or trying to lift their 100 lb. daughter onto the toilet.
They are spending an hour at each meal to feed a child who cannot chew , or laboriously and carefully feeding their child through a g-tube.

They are administering medications, changing catheters, and switching oxygen tanks.

Where are the parents?

They are sitting, bleary-eyed and exhausted, in hospital emergency rooms, waiting for test results to come back and wondering: Is this the time when my child doesn't pull through?

They are sitting patiently, in hospital rooms, as their child recovers from yet another surgery to lengthen hamstrings or straighten backs, or repair a faulty internal organ.

They are waiting in long lines in county clinics because no insurance company will touch their child.

Where are the parents?

They are sleeping in shifts because their child won't sleep more than 2 or 3 hours a night, and must constantly be watched, lest he do himself, or another member of the family, harm.

They are sitting at home with their child because family and friends are either too intimidated or too unwilling to help with child care, and the state agencies that are designed to help are suffering cutbacks of their own.

Where are the parents?

They are trying to spend time with their non-disabled children, as they try to make up for extra time and effort that is critical to keeping their disabeld child alive.

They are struggling to keep a marriage together, because adversity does not always bring you closer.

They are working 2 and sometimes 3 jobs in order to keep up with the extra expenses.

And, sometimes, they are a single parent struggling to do it all by themselves.

Where are the parents?

They are trying to survive in a society that pays lip service to helping those in need, as long as it doesn't cost them anything.

They are trying to patch their broken dreams together so that they might have some sort of normal life for their children and their families.

They are busy, trying to survive.

Sincerely,

Michelle Barron-Pieper, MSRescue Angel