One of these pictures elicits kindness and compassion from
people in my community and on the internet. The other photo seems to
bring out the worst in those same people. The irony is it is the same child,
just two different disabilities.
My two-year-old just doesn’t seem to be able to catch a
break. At just over a year old, he was diagnosed with a peanut allergy. Just
like that everyday places like the park became threatening. Shortly after his
diagnosis I posted a question on my town’s Facebook page “Does our town have a
peanut free school”? We live in a school of choice state, so it was possible
that at least one of the three elementary schools in our town was completely
nut free. Despite being a yes or no question, my post accumulated nearly 300
comments from community members. Many were entirely negative. I was told I
should home school my son because of his allergy. I was also told “How dare you
claim his food allergy is a disability” after explaining that my son has a
right to “free and appropriate education” under the “American’s with Disability
Act” (For the record, food allergies are considered a disability under ADA). On a different Facebook post, some internet
stranger implied I should allow my child to die by telling me “you should just
allow natural selection to do its job” so his child could bring a peanut butter
sandwich to school. He clearly doesn’t
understand what natural selection means. Another parent recently posted a video
explaining the Teal
Pumpkin Project to our town’s Facebook page. While many people were
supportive of the initiative, some people took offense to it. Proclaiming “the
world isn’t fair” and “these kids just need to suck it up and deal with [not
being able to trick or treat] it”. One woman took offense to using the holiday
to create awareness stating “this isn’t what Holidays are about”. I also posted a reminder at the beginning of
summer asking people if they chose to bring peanut products to the park, could
they please eat them at the picnic tables and not near the equipment. I was
told I should not bring my child to the park. The amount of cruelty I see on a
daily basis regarding food allergies is astounding. The fact that someone would
wish my child dead just so theirs could bring a peanut butter sandwich to
school is appalling.
Shortly after turning 2, my son was
diagnosed with a Chiari I Malformation. A part of his brain called the cerebral
tonsils is being pushed out of his skull causing a variety of symptoms. He will
most likely need to have a decompression surgery within the next 1-2 years. Around the same time my son was fitted for
his first set of ankle-foot orthotics, AFOs. The cause of his spasticity, toe
walking, and gait issues is unknown at this time. What we do know is that the
braces have helped him tremendously. Like any 2-year-old, my son loves the
park. The park closest to us is the community center park. He is also obsessed
with swings. The community center park only has big kid swings and baby swings.
Once he got his braces, it became extremely difficult to get him into and out
of the baby swings. I once again posted a question to my town’s Facebook page
asking if anyone knew of any grants for special needs playground equipment. I
explained my son recently got leg braces and it was a challenge to use the
swings. People in my community were extremely helpful with getting me in
contact with someone at the rec center. Other people said they would help with
a Kickstarter campaign if needed because the park “should be accessible for all
children”. The kindness was overwhelming
and greatly appreciated. Yet the irony of it all had me laughing. Just months
prior I was told by members of the same community I should keep my child home
from the park due to his peanut allergy disability. Now this community is
telling me that the park should be accessible for all. I don’t believe anyone made the connection
that it was the same child they had vilified in the past.
As a society, we have come a long way with regards to how we
treat individuals with disabilities, especially children. It is apparent
however, that the kindness and compassion only extends to children with
disabilities that can be seen. The
Universe has presented my child with two uniquely challenging disabilities. One
of which brings out the best in our community. The other the worst. When I look
at him though, I don’t see a child with disabilities. I see a child. My child.
One who deserves to be treated with kindness in all aspects of his life. It is
my hope that one day my community will see it too.
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Matthew, 2 years old 2016 |