When Our Separate Worlds Violently Collide


So this blog has had two themes lately: our separate worlds (writing/real life) and friends.  I confessed that I try to compartmentalize because I think it’s A Kind Thing to do for everybody, and I think life is about doing Kind Things.  I don’t want you guys to be uncomfortable.  I want you each to put your feet up, fluff the cushion behind you, and chat quietly about things that make you happy.  I want you to be snuggly little bunnies.

Except that, you know what?  We’re writers, and writers by nature aren’t snuggly little bunnies.  We’re voracious.  We have teeth.  We have a keen sense of curiosity and wonder.  If I was chatting politely by a fire, it would only be a few minutes before I was kicking the table over and throwing the tea cozy at my host.  Let’s go white water rafting.  Let’s make our Wint-o-mints spark in the dark.

So I’m going to go over to my Special Needs drawer and pull something out.  It’s crumpled and smells like cedar.  I’ll shake it out and hang it up so that you can see it here, because this is where it needs to be. 

I didn’t write this essay, but I love it.  It explains a lot.  I have permission to post it as long as it is kept in its entirety.  It’s ugly, just like this aspect of life can be ugly. It can also be amazingly beautiful. 

I have officially let you out of your writer’s box.


Hey everyone,

For those of you who don’t know me (I’m only an occasional poster) I am mom
to Michelle, 9 years old, microecephallic, athetoid/spastic CP, Cortical
Visual Impairment, Seizure disorder — and CUTE! Ok, now for the reason I’m

To make a long story short, earlier this week a question was asked by some
nit wit 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?” I went home that night, started thinking – and boy was I pissed –
and banged this “little” essay out the next day on my lunch break. My
friends thought I should share it all with you, and I apologize for the
length, but I wanted you to have it all. By the way, I took copies of this
to the school board meeting that night, gave it to a couple of influential
people and it WILL get around………….
Where are the parents?

They are on the phone 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 their 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

Where are the parents?

They are sitting, bleary eyed and exhausted, in hospital emergency rooms,
waiting for tests results to come back and wondering: is this the time when
my child doesn’t pull through?
The 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 cut backs of there own.

Where are the parents?

They are trying to spend time with their non-disabled children, as they try
to make up for the extra time and effort that is critical to keeping their
disabled child alive.
They are struggling to keep a marriage together, because adversity does not
always bring you closer.
They are working 2 and sometime 3 jobs in order to keep up with the extra
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.

Sue Stuyvesant

0 Comments on “When Our Separate Worlds Violently Collide”

  1. Her answer was appropriate and perfect. Whoever asked the original question was grossly ignorant and certainly lacked in imagination as to what it’s like for a family of a special needs child. Good for her!

  2. That had plenty of bite to it. The kind that get people thinking and moving! (and just for the record, bunnies have teeth too…)

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