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My Problem, Not His

8/13/2015

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I see their looks. I see their stares. I see their smiles bordering on a smirk. I see their patronizing high fives. Sometimes, I wish I had a blindfold.

I hear their voices. I hear their silence. I hear the way they speak to him as if he were a young child. Sometimes, I wish I had ear plugs.

I feel my sadness. I feel my anger. I feel the ache deep in my heart. Sometimes, I wish I had no heart.

These feelings often sweep over me, and settle on my chest, directly over my heart to the point of suffocation, but, then, the feelings go as quickly as they came leaving me to breathe easy once again. Anymore, these moments and these feelings are few and far between, but, when they come, they leave a scab that I tend to pick at for days until eventually the scab heals with just a small scar that is visible only to me.
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It was a hot summer day, in the oldest public building in town. A church, built in 1825, which meant, no Wifi and no air conditioning. A group of teenagers gathered at the front of the church sitting among the pews giggling, chatting and warming up their voices. At the end of the pew, against the wall, sitting alone and seemingly unaware of the buzzing activity surrounding him, sat my son, Ryan. Ryan sat quietly looking over his music preparing for the day's performance while I almost vibrated out of the pew. His sensory system, which is often so heightened, seemed unaware of all the buzzing activity going on around him. In fact, for a change, it was not my son's sensory system on edge, it was mine. 

It wasn't Ryan who wanted to bolt out that old church door to escape the feelings that overwhelmed him, it was me. As I sat in the church, with little to no air moving, my chest felt heavy. I wanted to run out of the room with my old friends Denial and Clueless, who had slid in next to me on the pew when I wasn't looking making the hot church feel even closer, to escape what my brain and my heart were feeling. So consumed with my watching, waiting and worrying for what had always been, there may have been a few moments that I missed what really was.

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As parents continued to arrive and the temperature of the church continued to rise, I felt my heart beating in my chest and a trickle of sweat began forming on my brow. I watched, waited and hoped with anticipation. Would one kid talk to him? Would one kid see him? Would he talk to one kid? Would he see one kid? After all, he just spent a week with these kids at chorale camp so it was reasonable for me to get my hopes up, right? Nothing. Not even a nod, a hello, or an acknowledgement...on either side of the pew. And although my heart was pounding and my sensory system felt like it was on overdrive, Ryan looked happy, content and fine. As always, it was my problem, not his.

Once the performance began, once my son stood shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the chorale ensemble in front of the non-air conditioned church, he blended in with the others. He did not stand alone, he did not appear "different". There was no aloof stance, there was no awkward smile. There was just the music and his voice. Suddenly, I felt my heartbeat slow down and the church no longer felt so stifling.

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Within the first few notes, the tears began to fall. Not his, mine. He immediately looked my way, seeing no one but me, and once he saw my smile, once he saw my tears of pride, his smile and his tears matched my own. You see, we have sat in many rooms together, the two of us, where no one saw him like I did. Where no one heard him like I did. Where no one felt him like I did. However, on this day, when his beautiful voice bounced off those church walls, I believe they all saw him, heard him and felt him as I always have. I had waited for that moment for a long, long time. Funny thing is, I don't think Ryan has.

As he finished his song, there were smiles, there were high fives, and there were "good jobs". Even after all that, a part of me still worried that their smiles, their high fives, and their "good jobs" may not have been sincere, that they may have been a bit patronizing because they saw "different", but, when I watched my boy take his bow then fight back his own tears of pride, I realized that what matters most to Ryan is how sees, how he hears and how he feels about himself. Ryan spends little time concerning himself with how others perceive him. A lesson we could all learn from him.

Had I worn my blindfold, had I brought my ear plugs, had I removed my heart, I would not have seen him, heard him or felt him and there is no worry great enough and no pain deep enough, worth missing that. As for their smiles, their high fives, and their "good jobs", they may not have been insincere or patronizing, but, even if they were, I need to take a lesson from my son and recognize who and what really matters.

Once again, Ryan showed me, it is my problem, not his and it is a problem I believe he has already solved.

5 Comments
Carrie Lee
8/13/2015 03:07:31 pm

Hi! I just want you to know you are awesome! I loved this and am so proud of you! You are such a good mom. Take care, Carrie Lee

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Janice Coley
8/17/2015 03:29:05 am

Ryan continues to amaze. You and your family have are also amazing.

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don eaton
8/17/2015 11:47:39 pm

So happy and sad to watch. Very real. I know as I have a 14 year old boy that continues to amaze all.
Thank You so much.
Don

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Liz Kane link
8/18/2015 03:59:53 am

Thank you for sharing a part of your story, brought back memories and continued hope.

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David Pelkowski
8/26/2015 07:55:03 am

Inspiring and educational. Shows me how the things I see my son doing and his interactions may be difficult to watch but the silver lining is there, just have to look in a more innocent and broader view.

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