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What is it like to have a special needs sister? A 7 year old gives his opinion.

13 Jun

I wonder all the time what it is like growing up as the sibling of a special needs child. My 7 year old son, Kekoa, opened up and answered some questions about life with Oli.

What is the very first memory you have of Oli?
-“I think the first thing that I saw about Oli was that she was blind. Well that, she had ummm…she had no eyes and that was kind of creepy at first.”

Do you remember her getting her first pair of real looking eyes?
-“Ummm..I think I remember. I just saw online that she had the clear ones first.”

What do you want people to know about Oli?
-“I want people to know that just because she doesn’t have eyes, doesn’t mean that she doesn’t know what you’re saying. She understands whatever you say. You should talk to her normal.”

How does it make you feel if people stare at her or say mean things to her?
-“It makes me feel sad. It makes me feel like I’M the person being bullied by those people because she’s my sister.”

What would you say to those people?
-“She’s a normal person. She just doesn’t have eyes.”

What does it feel like to have a sister with a disability?
-“I’m just worried about people being mean to her. Sometimes I worry about her falling down and getting really hurt. I worry about her having to go to the hospital.”

Do you remember the first time Oli had a big seizure and had to be taken to the hospital by ambulance?
-“Yes. I remember daddy telling me to go upstairs. I remember wondering if she was going to be okay. Or was she not. I was just really worried that she wasn’t going to be okay that time.”

Do your friends ask you questions about Oli?
-“Yes. A bunch of times. They ask me like ‘Can she blink?’ I say yes. ‘Why does she have fake eyes?’ I say that people will accept her more because she looks like everyone else. I don’t think it’s very important to look like everyone else because everybody has differences and God just made us that way. That’s the way He wants us to be.”

Are you excited that she started talking again?
-“Yes. Very excited. I think that since she started talking, she’ll start doing other stuff too.”

What kind of stuff do you want her to be able to do?
-“I want her to be able to walk. To have lots of friends. I want her to be able to like do normal things like everybody. I want her to be able to play with me.”

Is it hard at home to have a special needs sister?
-“Sometimes. Because it’s hard to do stuff and concentrate when she’s crying.”

Is it hard because she has lots of therapy and doctor appointments?
-“Well no. Not really.”

Is it hard because it takes more time away from you, for mommy and daddy to help her?
-“Yes. You guys spend more time with Oli, helping her do things, than Ginger and I do. You guys just know more about her than we do. I like to help her. I like to help her walk. I like to hold her hand.”

If you had one wish for Oli, what would it be?
-“I would wish that she would be able to see. And that’s it. I just wish she could see because it would be easier for her.”

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Fine-Garbage, Happy-Lie Vomit

3 Mar

When I reread my old blog sometimes it strikes me as funny and sometimes it just strikes me as sad. I think I honestly believed all of the things I wrote back then. I believed that Oli was learning to walk and talk. I believed that it was still possible for her to just one day catch up to other children her age. Even though by the time she was 2 it was clear that she would not.

I was probably moving into denial at that point. I bounced around the first 3 stages of grief frequently in the beginning of Oli’s life. One moment I would be in denial and isolation and the next I would be angry. And then I would move into bargaining only to be swung back into denial. Most frequently I found myself in depression. Only recently have I moved on to acceptance and haven’t looked back since.

I didn’t know any of this then though. I didn’t consciously realize that I was grieving and nobody told me.

I thought maybe I just had bad coping skills (which I did) or that I was a bad person and a bad mother.

To combat my inner feelings of inadequacy, I told the world that everything was amazing. I tried to convince them that this was my lot in life and I whole heartily embraced it and was moving forward. I tried to convince you so maybe I would begin to convince myself. I thought that the more I tried to sell everyone on my fineness, the more fine I would eventually become.

It didn’t work out that way at all. The more I lied and faked happiness the more alone and miserable I became. By not letting anyone in, I isolated myself so deeply that I became entrenched in the quicksand of grief. Every move I made and word I spoke sucked me down and eventually had me suffocating on my own fine-garbage, happy-lie vomit.

As I move forward and continue my story I have to read the old blog to A.) remember what the hell happened 3 years ago because so much has happened since and B.) because it reminds me of that grieving process and I can clearly see it now in my writing. I can read a post from back then and see: lies, hope, sadness, fear, optimism, bargaining, pain, denial, anger, and a sense of being lost.

The one thing I don’t see in any of the old posts are real, genuine feelings. I see a bunch of words on a computer screen attempting to fool the world into believing that I was okay.

In the history of humanity, there was probably no bigger untruth.

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