Off the Beaten Path

Off the Beaten Path

Off the Beaten Path

Guest blogger Lisa Pelissier relates her struggles with her children’s differences and wonders why it is so hard to accept life just as it is.

I’m an experienced mom. I’ve been one for twenty-two years. I’m also experienced at parenting children with invisible disabilities. I’ve been that for twenty-two years as well. But most of the time I’m still floundering, wondering what to do, how to cope, and how to help my children move forward.

Mental illness and autism are similar in that they both remove a person from the expected path of life—high school, college, job, marriage, babies—and into something completely different. And they do this behind the scenes. To look at my children, it’s not apparent why they are struggling. They look fine.

But sometimes they just can’t do the thing.

Every time we come to a roadblock, a place where one of my children balks at progressing, I feel panicked. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to help. Do I let them play video games around the clock because it helps them feel better? Do I force them to go outside and play, knowing that they’ll come back in 20 minutes with a severe headache because it was more than they could do? Do I seek answers in medication? Therapy? Prayer? Special diets? Vitamins?

The truth is, there are not always answers. Whatever solution I come up with is not going to be the right one because I can’t fix this. I can’t. I can’t make my kids not be autistic. I can’t make them not be depressed. I can’t make them free from anxiety. I can’t make them think clearly when their minds just can’t do it.

Can medication help? Of course. Can therapy help? Certainly. And so can prayer, special diets, vitamins, and a host of other solutions that people apply to make things better. All of those things have been helpful.

So why do I still feel frantic every time one of my children goes off the rails?

1) Because I long for them to “do the thing”—I want their lives to follow that expected pattern. I want them to grow up and happily leave home for jobs and families of their own. I don’t want them to be on this alternate path where everything is strange and unknown to me.

2) Because I think I need to fix everything—Taking care of my children is my job. When there are things I can’t fix, I’ve obviously failed.

3) Because I hate to see them hurting—Mental illness is more than just a nontraditional path through life. It’s a nontraditional path through a bed of nails while drowning in an acid sea. Embracing their differences is hard to do when those differences are torture for my kids.

So what can I do? How can I approach my children’s disabilities without losing my mind?

I can respond to each of the above points in turn. Stop expecting them to “do the thing.” Stop trying to fix everything. Love them in the midst of their pain instead of panicking about it. But the bottom line is that I need to trust God. He is the One who allowed these disabilities and illnesses to beset my children, just as he allowed Paul a thorn in the flesh and allowed Job to lose his livelihood and family. He is their Creator, and He has a right to do with us all as He pleases. He is also our Redeemer, the lover of our souls, and our Father who gave His only Son to buy us back from Hell.

Shouldn’t that be enough?

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Lisa Pelissier lives in Oregon where she is a homeschooling mother of four (three with disabilities) and author of four middle-grade fiction novels as well as a YA fantasy novel. Lisa owns SneakerBlossom Books, offering Christian, classical homeschool Study Guides and curriculum. She blogs at Eleventh Willow, offering encouragement for Christians parenting the mentally ill. She also works as a freelance copy editor, an artist, and a substitute teacher. In her spare time Lisa enjoys playing the piano and fretting about things over which she has no control. 

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The Grief of Disability Caregiving

The Grief of Disability Caregiving

The Grief of Disability Caregiving

The grief of disability caregiving almost overwhelmed me this autumn. First my Aunt Donna, an oasis of security and love during my childhood, died. Grief over Donna’s death was accompanied by grief for my mother. She’s the elder sister by six years, has lived with dementia since 2008, and longs to join loved ones who died before her: our dad, her parents, and her seven siblings.

“Why do I have to live so long?” Mom asked when she learned of Donna’s death. Her look of despair broke my heart.

A few weeks later, Mom’s long term care facility called to report a fall. A few days later, she fell again. No broken bones. No bruises. However she was livid about the change of routine due to measures instituted to keep her safe.

“They’re trying to take over my body. No one should have to live like this,” she tells me often. And my heart breaks every time.

My brother and I asked Hospice to evaluate Mom. When the hospice nurse reported that she’s not even close to qualifying, my heart broke wide open. I cried for my mother who has months, perhaps years, of diminishing life ahead.

How will she endure it?
How will I endure it?

I cried for myself as well. The grief of disability caregiving, the enormity of what lies ahead, overwhelmed and threatened to break me as it had broken my heart. None of the truths that had sustained me in my previous caregiving roles––daughter of a disabled father, mother of a medically fragile baby––assuaged my grief.

To read the rest of The Grief of Disability Caregiving, visit the Key Ministry’s blog for special needs parents.

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Jolene Philo is the author of several books for the caregiving community. She speaks at parenting and special needs conferences around the country. Sharing Love Abundantly With Special Needs Families: The 5 Love Languages® for Parents Raising Children with Disabilities, which she co-authored with Dr. Gary Chapman, was released in August of 2019 and is available at local bookstores, their bookstore website, and Amazon. See Jane Sing!, the second book in the West River cozy mystery series, which features characters affected by disability, will be released in November of 2022.

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What Will Go Wrong Next?

What Will Go Wrong Next?

What Will Go Wrong Next?

What will go wrong next?

When our family gathers around the dinner table each evening this summer, that question pops up at some point in every conversation. Here’s why we keep asking it:

  • In June I went to the doctor with throbbing varicose veins. Tests showed that surgery to close the veins a dozen or more years ago have opened again. This happens only 10% of the time.
  • Our pickup truck started acting up in early July, a week before we were go on a long anticipated family vacation. In short order, the vacation morphed into a staycation.
  • In the middle of the staycation, my husband took our son-in-law to the ER with heart attack-like symptoms. It wasn’t a heart attack, but he was in the hospital for 3 days before a diagnosis was made.
  • My husband’s rib went out of place a week later. He says he’s never been in such pain.
  • Our air conditioning system, installed last fall, has never operated correctly. We’re on a first name basis with the repair technician. He’s here again today. He’ll probably be here tomorrow.
  • My husband and I have a late August trip planned in the camper we purchased in May. The license plates still haven’t come.
  • Last night, my husband took our son-in-law to the ER with chest pains again. Not as severe as before. The cause was quickly diagnosed.

This list shows why the summer of 2022 has risen to second place in my personal hit parade of bad summers. But no matter how bad this summer gets, it won’t overtake 1982.

To read the rest of What Will Go Wrong Next? visit the special needs parenting blog at the Key Ministry website.

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Jolene Philo is the author of the Different Dream series for parents of kids with special needs. She speaks at parenting and special needs conferences around the country. She’s also the creator and host of the Different Dream website. Sharing Love Abundantly with Special Needs Families: The 5 Love Languages® for Parents Raising Children with Disabilities, which she co-authored with Dr. Gary Chapman, was released in August of 2019 and is available at local bookstores, their bookstore website, and at Amazon. The first book in her cozy mystery series, See Jane Run!, features people with disabilities.

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Parenting a Child with Disabilities Isn’t the Grief Olympics

Parenting a Child with Disabilities Isn’t the Grief Olympics

Parenting a Child with Disabilities Isn’t the Grief Olympics

Parenting a child with disabilities isn’t the grief Olympics as guest blogger Laura Spiegel knows. However, as is true for many other caregiving parents, she struggles to find a balance between validating her own grief and cultivating a healthy perspective.

It’s Saturday morning, and I’m at a cafe devouring a giant sandwich and eavesdropping on a conversation at a nearby table. Egg and cheese drip down my hands. As I contemplate grabbing a truckload of napkins or maybe just a fork, I overhear the bad news.

Someone walked into a fellow diner’s open garage and stole a high-end power washer. Her table mates tut with sympathy and promise prayers.

I roll my eyes. Don’t these people have real problems?

I wish my judgement was limited to strangers, but alas. There are times when a family member or a friend will describe a piece of personal news while I silently pass judgment.

A tournament lost,
a D+ earned,
the foundation of a house detached by a deranged mole,
a promotion foregone,
a pet husky passed,
a root canal performed with questionable accuracy.

These are setbacks for sure, and some of them are real doozies. But if devastation is on display when casual disappointment would suffice, I reach for my robe and gavel.

My penchant for judgment kicked into high gear after my daughter was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. One day, I was freaking out about work along with everyone else. The next, a physician was citing statistics that would change the entire way our family thought, felt, and operated.

Any other moms out there relate?

Your kid has to wear a mask to school? Get over it. My kid has cancer.

Drop the mic.

If my inner comparisons have taught me anything, it’s that somebody else has it worse.

I hate that COVID is still floating about, but my kids have good teachers who are trying their best.
What about those girls in Afghanistan whose dreams of education have crumbled?

My mom has cancer and time is finite, but she has lived 80 years of laughter and love.
What about the local teens killed by a drunk driver?

My daughter lives with cystic fibrosis, but she reads like a boss and flies down the track with glee.
What about the friend who lost her child? Or the friend who would give anything to have one?

Thinking in this way can cultivate perspective. But here’s the thing. When taken too far, it can also rob us of the opportunity to sit with our own emotions.

Frustration
Rage
Devastation.
Grief

All are valid feelings, and all have a place in our lives. If we can’t acknowledge and accept these emotions when they arise, how can we begin to process them?  

This kind of thinking can also distance us emotionally from others. When I silently weigh a loved one’s troubles against my own, I’m dismissing the common humanity associated with suffering and failing to listen with compassion and empathy. I’m robbing myself—and my loved one—of the opportunity to connect authentically with another human being.

There is no established standard for sadness. What knocks me down may be a bump in the road for you. My hiccups may burn you alive.

But who cares? Sometimes, we just need to hear, “That sounds hard, and I’m here for you.”

I’m working on retiring my scale, on remembering that parenting a child with disabilities isn’t the grief Olympics. When someone shares a hardship with me, I’m trying to take a moment to acknowledge the thoughts that immediately flit into my brain. Some are reasonable; some aren’t. There’s usually an It-could-be-worse in there somewhere.

That’s okay. The more I recognize my rush to judge and compare, the more I can begin to loosen their hold over me, and the faster I can get back to doing what matters most:

loving myself,
loving others,
and accepting love in return.

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Laura Spiegel spent 12 years at the world’s largest biotech company, partnering with professionals and care teams to help people with special needs and disabilities lead full and happy lives. In 2013 her daughter was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis. Laura now hosts Paint Her in Color, a website that offers emotional support to parents of children with special medical, developmental, or behavioral health care needs. When she isn’t reading, writing, or soaking up time with her husband and kids, Laura can be reached at Paint Her in Color, by email at laura@paintherincolor.com, and on Facebook and Twitter.

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The Mountain of Special Needs Parenting

The Mountain of Special Needs Parenting

The Mountain of Special Needs Parenting

The mountain of special needs parenting is similar to Heather Johnson’s summer hike in Glacier National Park. In today’s post, she shares three Bible verses that gave her family hope and increased her faith then and now.

In August, my husband Todd and I hiked the Highline trail in Glacier National Park. As the name of the trail implies, the path cut along the side of a mountain and was so narrow near the beginning that a thick wire cable drilled into the rock served as a handrail, lest a misstep cause a trip and tumble over the edge.

Past the narrow path, the grade steepened. I wondered if we’d reach our destination. Though our lungs and legs ached, step-by-step, we made it. Viewing the contour line of far-off mountains, I thought about how far our family has come in 24 years.   

In 1997 and 1999, we adopted our three kids (six, four and nineteen months) from an orphanage on the outskirts of St. Petersburg, Russia. Our hopes were high. So was our naiveté.

Todd and I didn’t know then that all three of our kids had numerous invisible disabilities that would affect all our lives significantly and permanently.

To be honest, my goal for years was simply surviving. But by the grace of God and many loving, generous friends and professionals, we’ve made it this far. Last year, Todd and I became empty nesters.

Yesterday, Anna turned 30. She lives ten minutes from us in a cozy apartment by a creek with a resident manager on site 24/7 to provide for her needs. During the week, she packages nuts and bolts in a sheltered workshop/factory for people with disabilities. Her smile brings joy to all she meets.

Zach (28) and Nick (23) live semi-independently and function fine with helpers who provide supportive scaffolding with finances, problem-solving, judgement, and planning. They both work hard and are happy with their factory jobs.

I look back on our child-raising years and see that the mountain of special needs parenting was like our mountain climb in Glacier. Both were steep and grueling at times. Both caused ache. But God was with us, step-by-step. Sometimes when one must slow because of a narrow and difficult path, one comes to know God more intimately. That’s what happened to me. I needed something/someone stronger than myself to reach my destination and my strength came from God through prayer and His word. Three verses helped anchor me to hope and still do. Maybe these will help anchor you too.

Though he slay me, yet I will trust in him. Job 13:15 KJV

God and I have had many a wrestling match over the years. I’ve cried, screamed, and pounded the ground with my fists. I’ve doubted God is good. I’ve joined the chorus of unbelievers who ask, If God is good, why does He allow so much suffering?

 Perhaps one must wrestle with suffering to answer that question. Job did.

As for me, if suffering is what it takes to bring me closer to God’s heart, to trust God more, to love God, myself, and others more, then I think suffering is a good thing. Never pleasant. But good.

I believe God has allowed suffering in our lives to drill trust deep into our souls, securing us, keeping us from falling over the edge of ourselves.

Give thanks to the Lord, for his is good, for his steadfast love endures forever. Psalm 136:1 ESV

Every day, no matter what, we can give God thanks simply because He is good. Even more, He loves us unconditionally and unendingly forever. Who could ask for more? When life gets tough and we think we want for this or that, I remember that God is all I really want, all I really need. And yet, God gives more.

As I look back, I see how God provided perfectly for our every need—wonderful teachers, tutors, physical therapists, occupational therapists, speech & language therapists, special education teachers, reading tutors, orthopedic and ophthalmology surgeons, psychiatrists, psychologists, cardiologists, case managers, mental health therapists, and prayer warrior friends who never left us in our toughest times. In fact, some of our kids’ caregivers have become my closest friends.

The LORD is my strength and shield. I trust him with all my heart. He helps me, and my heart is filled with joy. I burst out in songs of thanksgiving. Psalm 28:7 NLT

Simply said, I never need to be strong by myself. Neither do you. Not to climb the mountain of special needs parenting. Not to help ourselves. All we need is to lean into the LORD, draw on His strength, shelter behind His shield, trust him, do the next right thing, and give thanks joyfully (sometimes through tears) for all He’s already done. What He’s already done proves what He’ll always do. Our God is our trustworthy Deliverer and Provider, faithful and true.

After all these years, our challenges haven’t changed. But God has championed our challenges and calmed our hearts. We’re at a place where we can see with fresh perspective that our God sees us, hears us, loves us, and never stops providing perfectly for us. He’s doing and will continue to do the same for you. Lean into Him, step-by-step, and breathe. For indeed, come what may, God is good. God is kind. God’s got you and your kids. Just like us. We’ll all make it together with God.

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Heather MacLaren Johnson and her husband have three kids, all five and under when adopted from Russia. Now young adults, all need regular help with their multiple, permanent, invisible disabilities stemming from prenatal exposure to alcohol (FASD).

Heather has B.S. in Education and a doctorate in Clinical Psychology. She is the author of Grace, Truth, & Time: Facilitating Small Groups That Thrive and has published personal essays in The Wonder Years: 40 Women Over 40 on Aging, Faith, Beauty, and Strength (Kregel Publications) and Your Story Matters: Finding, Writing, and Living the Truth of Your Life (NavPress). She’s writing a memoir about her family’s journey through hidden disabilities and mental illness to encourage others to greater intimacy with God and each other through times of desolation and lament.

Heather and her husband of 27 years live with two horses, two dogs, two barn cats, and a bunch of silk plants she just dusts. Heather writes and photographs at www.truelifewithgod.com.

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Is That Everything That’s Going to Happen?

Is That Everything That’s Going to Happen?

Is That Everything That’s Going to Happen?

“Is that everything that’s going to happen in the next book?” The concept editor for my cozy mystery series, who happens to be my daughter, pointed to the short stack of notecards I’d set on the kitchen table.

I stared at the cards, more than a little ashamed by my lack of preparation for our appointment. We’d scheduled our meeting to hash out the plot of this book almost a year before. In the meantime, my mother’s health had taken a turn for the worse. Her struggle had ushered in a season of uncertainty and change. I was becoming all too familiar with being unprepared and unfocused.

“Well,” I said, “I know how the story starts, and I know how it’s going to end. But I have no idea about what’s happening in the middle.”

My daughter nodded. “I understand. Now give me a few minutes to read through what’s here.”

While she read, my mind wandered to a September forty earlier when my husband and I found out we were going to become parents. We spent the next 8 months getting ready for our baby’s arrival. We took childbirth classes, transformed the guest bedroom into a nursery, and bought a car suitable for a family of three. We purchased diapers and onesies and sleepers and more.

We did everything in our power to be ready for our baby’s arrival. Even so, after he was born and his life-threatening condition was diagnosed, we felt totally unprepared to be his parents. We knew only two things: our son’s life had begun and that it would end–perhaps far sooner than we hoped. As for what would happen in the middle, we had absolutely no idea.

 To read the rest of Is That Everything That’s Going to Happen? visit the Key Ministry blog for special needs parents.

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Jolene Philo is the author of the Different Dream series for parents of kids with special needs. She speaks at parenting and special needs conferences around the country. She’s also the creator and host of the Different Dream websiteSharing Love Abundantly With Special Needs Families: The 5 Love Languages® for Parents Raising Children with Disabilities, which she co-authored with Dr. Gary Chapman, was released in August of 2019 and is available at local bookstores, their bookstore website, and at Amazon. The first book in her cozy mystery series, See Jane Run!, features people with disabilities and will be released in June of 2022.

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