Posted by Kyron | Posted in Articles, Depression, Diagnoses, Disability Groups, Inspiriation | Posted on 30-01-2008
I have received dozens of emails from parents who are new to this whole experience of being a special needs parent. They are desperately seeking information, validation and the knowledge
that they are not alone. My experience says for every one of you that gathered up the strength to write me, there’s dozens and dozens more that are just lurking on the sidelines. It’s ok. Reaching out is hard. Especially in the wake of the news that your child has a disability. Or as one emailer today told me, she just got the news that her unborn child WILL have a disability.
If you might be one of these parents, let me assure you indeed are NOT alone. The experiences you are having right now are to be expected. Today I offer you links to two articles that I think would have proved helpful to me when I was starting this journey if they were available.
- You Are Not Alone: For Parents When They Learn That Their Child Has a Disability by Patricia McGill Smith
- The Unplanned Journey: When You Learn That Your Child Has a Disability by Carole Brown, Samara Goodman, and Lisa Küpper
While I referenced it in my first blog post I think it bears reprinting. New parents… Welcome to Holland
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by
Emily Perl Kingsley
(c) 1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”
“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”
But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

throw a bunch of ingredients in the crockpot first thing in the morning, set the time I want it to cook (typically 8-10 hours) and off I go to only open it up in time to serve dinner to the hungry hordes. Weekly on Sundays I will share some of our family’s favorites.
community.
Ok well maybe I’m not as spunky as all of you but I do wake up and have days like that. Today was one of those days. I just felt overwhelmed. Ok that’s not quite true – I felt OVERWHELMED. I actually do better under total crisis than lots of little issues that are adding up. Right now we just have a bunch of persistent mid-level issues which are combining together to be the big 1-2 punch. Obviously I got out of bed, but it took some effort. Ok, that and a 2 year old who was letting me know about the poop in his diaper
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rather than take some time to take care of herself. I could see how time could get away from you. I had to resolve to change that however. Katherine even more than her typical sibling needs me to be around for as long as reasonable. At the very least I need to stop taking chances with my own health and get back into the habit of being selfish. Just like my heart.