How Janey would tell the bus story

The start of this school year was marked by bus issues.  The buses that Janey had assigned to her did not have aides on them, and several times, the morning bus simply drove by our house as Tony tried desperately to wave it down.  He wound up driving Janey to school those days.  The afternoon bus twice drove her home without an aide, breaking their own rule (the aide for Janey is not something we requested, but something the transportation department had said she needs) and twice relied on a school aide kindly riding with Janey so she could get home.  Knock on wood, these issues seem to be resolved, thanks to Janey's terrific principal advocating for her.  Janey is on new buses, ones with aides.

I've been struggling to explain to myself and in this blog why the whole bus issue upset me so much.  Every way I tried to write about it, I found myself reading what I wrote and thinking "Yeah, that doesn't sound like such a big deal"  Then, looking at some pictures I took today, I realized that it's a big deal to me because it was a big deal to Janey.  She loves the bus.  She loves routine.  She loves things happening the way they are supposed to happen.  And the fact that it seemed, on the surface anyway, that the bus department didn't consider it a priority to get her to school, bothered me a lot. 

Janey doesn't talk verbally that much, but she talks volumes with her behavior and her facial expressions.  Here's the story of the bus issues, translated by me.  Forgive me, Janey, if I have made mistakes!

"I am so excited to go on the school bus to school!  I love riding the bus"

"Daddy and I are waiting for the bus. It's coming!  Oh, it's not stopping.  Daddy is trying to get the bus to stop.  Why can't I go on the bus?"

"Daddy is driving me to school.  I love to ride in the car, but this isn't right.  I don't go to school in a car!  Daddy is saying goodbye and I am with my teacher, but it's all wrong.  It doesn't feel right.  I'm crying because it's not the way it's supposed to be"

Not the actual bus that didn't stop, but a photographic recreation!

It is the little things, the small inequalities, the minor, not big enough to make a big deal of issues that sometimes are the toughest.  So the transportation department originally assigned Janey to a bus that by their own rules, she couldn't take?  It's fixed now, so why does it still bother me?  Because it's a million small moments like this that add up to block Janey from being fully included.  It's not just the bus passing her by---it's all the times that the small adjustments that would allow her to ride life's bus with everyone else are not made.

Janey---"Now the bus is here!  I'm happy!  I'm going to school!"

It's the little things that make Janey part of the bigger world.  Sometimes, we have to fight for the little things.

What I wish I could have told the mayor

There was a meeting today at Janey's school to let parents meet the mayor, and talk to him about how the budget cuts would affect our kids.  I appreciated the mayor coming to the meeting (along with a lot of his staff) and I think he's a decent guy.  But a lot of the meeting felt like politics as usual, like broad statements about the future and a vision and tough decisions and a lot of other key words that don't add up to a lot.  We each had a chance to say briefly who we were and what our thoughts were about the cuts (which in Janey's school will result basically in one extra child in each class, bringing the cap in the autism only classes from 9 to 10), but other than that, there wasn't a lot of time for discussion, and what there was, as is often the case, was dominated by a few parents.  I sat there thinking of all I wished I could say to the mayor, if I had his ear.

I'd want to tell him, to start with, that adding just one kid to a class like Janey's is a very penny wise pound foolish move.  I'd want him to understand that Janey hangs on to being able to function in a her classroom as it is now by a thread, often.  She has great teachers and great therapists and a great support staff, a caring principal---we are lucky.  It's not that they aren't doing all they can with what they have, it's more that any kind of classroom is tough for Janey, and for the other kids in the class to get the attention they need, Janey needs someone right with her most of the time.  I've never pushed for a one on one aide.  There are only 7 kids in the about 160 autistic kids at her school that have one (a statistic I learned today).  Janey should probably be among those, and I would guess one or two of those (not kids I know in any way, just a guess) are the result of better parent advocating than I do and not a greater need than Janey has.  If the class has another child, especially a child with a lot of need for supervision, that might be the tipping point where Janey is not able to learn, or not able to be controlled.  It could be a safety issue, or at the very least, a happiness for all involved issue.  I've never pushed for an outside placement, really.  I don't want one.  I want Janey to go to school where she is.  But if it ever became obvious that just wasn't working, I would do what I had to do, and that might cost the schools a lot more than what she is costing right now.

I would want the mayor to understand autism in all its forms.  He used a lot of acronyms, and he has worked with autism groups, but unless he's spent a lot of time with a variety of kids with autism, he mostly likely, in fact almost certainly, doesn't really get them.  He doesn't get the wide reaches of the spectrum, he doesn't get how inclusion doesn't work for every child, he doesn't get how even a small amount less time at school might make a huge difference at home, he doesn't get how a tiny change in routine can be a disaster.

I want the mayor to know he should listen to more than the squeaky wheel.  I think politicians sometimes operate on the assumption that people are going to complain if something is wrong.  Well, if you can't speak, you can't complain.  If you are a parent of a child with autism, and you are just barely hanging on, and you haven't slept for nights, and you have no child care whatsoever, you aren't going to go to budget meetings or rallies.  You need help, but you don't know who to ask or what to ask for.  I want him to want the best for kids like Janey, even if their parents aren't expert advocates.

More than anything, I would want the mayor to know what a great kid Janey is.  I wouldn't want him to look at statistics about a child like her and assume she isn't important.  She can't talk much, she will not go to college, she won't raise your test scores, she won't hold a job.  She is going to need help all her life.  But she is worth it.  She is beautiful, she is funny, she is interesting, she is deserving of love and services and caring and tax dollars.  She is a citizen of the fair city of Boston, as much as anyone else.  I hope the mayor, and everyone else in a position of leadership, understands that every single person, regardless of diagnosis or income or position or ability to demand, is worth caring for.