. . . I've been told that I write novels for email messages. Perhaps this is the way to go. I'll try to make each entry, or Gemstone, a "precious" one. On mediocre days, all I might be able to produce is a "semi-precious" entry. In any case, an entry might be a "neat" Gemstone--something that is uniquely mine.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Lowering That Bar Again

I've mentioned this before a while ago in a previous post......you know when you have a baby and you can see his/her future a certain way for them....you set your bar high and have all these expectations for them....college graduate, marriage, family, great job....then you find out he has a disability. You have to lower that bar a little bit and revamp your expectations. Maybe he won't be a doctor or scientist, and may not get that PhD. But he'll still do fine, right? Then a few more years go by and test scores indicate he doesn't have as high of an IQ as a typical child and you get a diagnosis: autism.  So you lower the bar again; lower your expectations. How many times can you lower that bar? Lower your expectations? So you hope for high school graduation, maybe some vocational school or general degree in college, and a good job--hope for marriage and grandkids someday. Year after year you come to the conclusions that none of your hopes and dreams for your child can ever come true. It breaks your heart each time you have to lower that bar. Now it is to the point where the child will graduate, but will no longer be in the academic classes that lead toward a college path. Now the best thing you can hope for is the career path. Forget Algebra, forget Trigonometry. Forget three years of the typical sciences of physics, chemistry, and biology. Put in their place "functional" math and "general" science. And the words that are hard to hear, "Basic Living Skills." The bar gets lowered. Now all to hope for is your child being as independent as possible. To live on his own and take care of himself with help, if needed. Maybe he'll never be the kindergarten teacher that he always wanted to be, but now will only be a classroom assistant. And forget about him being a veterinarian, but maybe he can clean cages at the local shelter. And if all else fails, maybe he can bag groceries at the local supermarket. And forget about those grandkids. But on the bright side, maybe he will be less anxious and stressed out, most definitely happier with regard to school work. But once he finds out that he's in the "remedial" classes, he'll get really upset and I don't know what I'll do if that happens. I don't want to disappoint my child and shatter his dreams. How do I help him to reach his full potential and be incredibly happy in life?

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