As it is currently Down's Syndrome awareness month I thought that maybe I should write a bit around the facts of Down's syndrome before it occurred to me that there is actually a lot of information out there about the condition, even if some of it is still very outdated. So instead I thought I'd write about what Down's syndrome is not, maybe a bit about what it is and a bit about the impact forty seven years of being the mother of someone who has the condition has had on my life and what I have learnt.
Monday, 18 October 2021
Wednesday, 22 September 2021
This afternoon we played swingball and I have to be honest and say that I really didn't want to. I'm not a great lover of the game at the best of times and this afternoon I was tired and what I really wanted to do was sit down enjoy a cup of tea and possibly have a nap but we played swingball because it was what Sammy wanted to do. Now I'm not in the habit of giving in to Sammy's every whim and whereas looking after myself is of great importance, how can I care for someone else if I don't take care of myself, her wanting to play swingball this afternoon took priority.
There are several reasons that it was important that I played swingball with Sammy this afternoon rather than having a nap not least being that it was her choice of activity and it is crucial that she has the opportunity to make choices about the things she wants to do when so often within our society assumptions are still made about her ability to decide things for herself. Also I am very aware that as she gets older, Sammy is now forty seven, there is the possibility of early onset dementia as this seems to be more prevalent among people with Down Syndrome than it does among the general population. If Sammy is going to get dementia, although this is not inevitable, it is not something I can stop but I like to think that maybe I can at least help to delay it by ensuring that she keeps both physically and mentally active and playing swingball involves not only physical movement but also the use of hand/eye coordination and as she's never quite sure which way I'm going to hit the ball back to her it is helping to keep her mentally active. Playing swingball for us is more than just a game in a way it is a therapy and although I often wish that there was someone else to play the game with her more often and I could have a rest sometimes, if Sammy wants to play swingball and the weather is in our favour that is what we shall do.
Thursday, 15 July 2021
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
What a load of twaddle! How naive, loved and protected from harm was I when as a young children we would taunt this in the school playground. If only it were true and words never did hurt us, guided and steered us, kept us on the right path but never deep down hurt us.
I love words, I always have, possibly due to my maternal grandparents who introduced me to the card game Lexicon as a child and used to reward my brothers and I with books. I love reading, word searches, scrabble, boggle, talking, the outdated art of writing letters to distant friends. words are fun, they are exciting and within the English language there are so many of them. A memory I have related to words is from when I was about five years old and my dad read out the clue he was struggling with from the Times crossword to me. Much to his amazement I came out with the word Mephistopheles which happened to be the correct answer. Being the loving dad he was he thought his only daughter was a genius, which I most definitely am not. I just think it was a word I'd heard somewhere, liked it and had it rolling around my tongue at the right time. I loved words. It was only as I got older that I began to discover how powerful words can be and the damage that misplaced words can cause.During my school years I was never the most academic student my leaning was much more towards creative pursuits and reading for the pure joy of it. English literacy lessons where you had to read a book and then dissect it were painful, I just wanted to read a book and lose myself in it , not question every word the author wrote. I digress. The power of words, not being the most academic it tended to be quite frequently written on my school reports "Andreana could try harder". I can't remember this statement ever being accompanied by any useful advise or support on what I could do, just that I could try harder. The consequence of this one short line is that to this day I am my own worst critic and can find myself concerned as to whether or not I have tried hard enough and sometimes even fighting a fear to try in case of failure. There is an underlying fear of not being good enough that I battle with. Thankfully this does not dominate my life as there are more loving, affirming and positive words spoken over me than there are negative ones. This sadly is not the case for everyone though, people can be destroyed by words. On asking, the little device in the corner of my room has informed me that it was the playwright Edward Bulwer-Lytton in 1839 that wrote the words "The pen is mightier than the sword". I don't know his reason for writing these words but maybe it was pointing out that whereas a sword, like sticks and stones, inflict physical damage the damage from words can be long lasting.
Words are powerful and the words that are written about us and spoken over and around us help to grow and shape us into the people we become. Positive words, words of affirmation, caring, loving, supporting and trusting words all build us up giving us a sense of worth and value, a sense of purpose and belonging and so much more. On the other hand though negative words, misplaced words, words of condemnation, cruel, vicious and hateful words can all destroy. Words are powerful! I can still hear my mum saying to me "If you can't find anything nice to say don't say anything at all", and the words of a poster I recall giving to my son many years ago springs to mind too "Don't open your mouth before your brain is in gear". These are sound words of advice carrying well into this day when demeaning, hurtful and hateful words seem to be so readily thrown around on social media platforms. Sometimes, although still totally unacceptable behaviour, this may be thoughtlessly done in the pique of the moment or through ignorance of the harm that a word or expression may do. Sadly though it seems that it is all to often done with the intent to hurt and discriminate with no care for the damage that may be done with those words.
Currently we are hearing about the use of hateful, racially abusive words directed, by a minority, towards three admirable young men. Young men that were gallantly representing their country in the Euro 2020 football final. The game had gone to penalties with these three being among those going forward to take penalty shots. They missed, losing England the match, they must have been devastated knowing what had been resting on their shoulders. Fans were devastated too the trophy was not coming home, this is the closest England had been to it for such a long time, it had been within touching distance and then gone. I felt the lose and I'm not a football fan. Disappointment is however no excuse for the racially abuse messages these young men received. While it may only have been a minority acting in this way their deplorable words potentially had the power to destroy lives. It is totally unacceptable that anyone is treated abusively or discriminated against and the majority were outraged at this behaviour displayed by a few. Sadly though as people stood up in defence of these young men unintentionally others were getting hurt. Words such as idiots, cretins and imbeciles were hurled as insults as people expressed their feelings about this abhorrent behaviour. These words along with others that have merged into everyday language to be used in an insulting way have all in the past been medical terminology used to describe people with learning disabilities. As understanding grows terminology may change but this doesn't make the words any less hurtful or demeaning when used without thought. Words are powerful, words can hurt. As Sammy, my daughter, was growing up and before Down’s Syndrome was widely known as Down’s Syndrome it was not unusual to hear the term Mongol or Mongoloid (the medical terminology used when I was given the diagnoses of Sammy’s condition) thrown out as an insult or used in a verbally abusive way in regard to someone’s behaviour or to simply to try and offend them. I’m glad to say that use of this particular terminology in this manner seems to have faded away. The feelings evoked from the misuse of these words however runs deep and as a parent you grow broad shoulders and find inventive ways to protect your child from the damage that being the brunt of peoples jokes and fears and misunderstanding can cause. Nobody wants their child growing up believing that in the eyes of society in general their lives are considered to be worth less than that of their siblings or anybody else's but this is what the thoughtless use of words can do. If these words are not challenged the negativity can seep deep into your fibre leaving tender wounds that may never completely heal.
Words are powerful, words can hurt, destroy and discriminate and so often target the vulnerable and marginalised within society, those that can find using words a challenge, people that should be cared for and protected from their harm. Words are powerful, words can hurt but the power of words can also be used to heal, praise, restore, build self-esteem and a sense of self-worth, include, make welcome, raise up, affirm, bring joy, hope and love....... Words are powerful use them carefully.
Friday, 9 July 2021
I’m quoting this title to a Bob Dylan hit song from the 1960’s because to my mind and to that of a lot of others within the Down’s syndrome community a monumental event took place this week and times are changing.
A very brave young woman with Down’s syndrome was in court to challenge the Government on section 1 (1)(d) (Ground E) of the 1967 abortion act, which specifies that there is a substantial risk that if the child was born it would suffer from such physical and mental abnormalities as to be severely handicapped. Down’s syndrome along with conditions such as cleft palette and club foot fall into this category.
The challenge is not in any way about trying to take away choice it is about bringing the upper limit for abortion down to be in line with that for typically developing babies which is 24 weeks. Currently babies with Down’s syndrome can be aborted up to 40 weeks, until just before they enter the birth canal. Heidi, the young woman who is challenging the Government and who herself has Down’s syndrome considers this to be “Down Right Discrimination” and I have to admit that personally I agree with her and I can only imagine how awful it must have been to hear people discussing whether or not your life is considered to be as valuable as someone else’s.
Times and attitudes are changing though because who would have imagined nearly 47 years ago when my daughter was born that someone with Down’s syndrome would now be far surpassing any expectations of a person with the condition. I remember being told that Sammy, my daughter, would probably not live beyond 25 years and it was also very likely that she would not be able to continue living at home as she got older as children with Down’s syndrome could become extremely physically strong and her behaviour become so challenging that I would not be able to cope. I am glad to say that this turned out to be misinformation, well most of it! Sammy is actually physically very strong, especially her upper body strength but this isn’t very surprising when you spend two days a week as a farm helper and a lot of time wielding a broom around. Times are changing but not fast enough when the lives of some unborn babies appear to be considered less worthy than that of others.
When a test shows positive of there being a high chance of a baby being born with Down’s syndrome that is all it can do, it cannot predict that baby’s future, given the chance people with Down’s syndrome can achieve amazing things. Like the general population people with the condition are varied and unique individuals with different likes, dislikes, interests and abilities, there are now models, actors, dancers, conference speakers, campaigners, business owners and even an Iron Man Triathlon finisher that have Down’s syndrome, they are not suffering, they are living their lives to the fullest. Okay, most people with Down’s syndrome won’t achieve these things but then again most likely nor will you or I, personally some days I consider it an achievement to get out of bed and put one foot in front of the other without tripping over let alone dance or take part in any sort of race. The point I’m trying to get across is that people with Down’s syndrome are more alike than different from everybody else and the direction of their life is not predetermined before they are born. Yes, most people with the condition will need help and support, some more than others, to live their lives the way they choose but in truth are any of us fully independent and able to do everything for ourselves. Surely rather than being totally independent most of us are interdependent to some degree and need to rely on others in differing ways to help us through life.
People with Down’s syndrome, like all of us need to be loved and valued for who they are and not made to feel in any way that they are unworthy and less valued within society, let us embrace diversity and continue to quote the words of Bob Dylan “Times They Are A-Changing.
Saturday, 29 August 2020
Discombobulated, isn't it just the most wonderful sounding word? and it so perfectly sums up how I and probably most other people have been feeling for a lot of the time this year. It means being in a state of confusion, anxious and not really knowing whats going on. I've undeniably been struggling to know up from down, left from right and as for what day of the week it is, well there'd be no hope if I didn't put it on the door of the fridge every day. Befuddled sums things up pretty well too.
There we were back in the first quarter of this year getting on with life taking it for granted that we could go out for coffee, meet friends, go to church, spend time with the grandchildren, hug people we care about, spend time in each others homes, have family parties, plan holidays, go to work and so many, many more things that were part of our everyday lives. Sammy and I also had time away from each other.
Saturday, 14 October 2017
Tuesday, 22 August 2017
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