{"id":1114,"date":"2006-12-21T09:44:00","date_gmt":"2006-12-21T09:44:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog2\/2006\/12\/the-kindness-of-strangers\/"},"modified":"2006-12-21T09:44:00","modified_gmt":"2006-12-21T09:44:00","slug":"the-kindness-of-strangers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/susansenator.com\/blog\/2006\/12\/the-kindness-of-strangers\/","title":{"rendered":"The Kindness of Strangers"},"content":{"rendered":"

Here is my column for today’s Brookline Tab<\/span>.<\/p>\n

The Kindness of Strangers
Susan Senator
Brookline Tab, “Edge of Town”<\/p>\n

This is the time of year when we focus on gift-giving. I try to
remember all the kids\u2019 teachers, even though Brookline schools has a
policy against giving gifts to teachers, there’s always some way, like
cards, or baking, to say thanks. But there\u2019s often someone important
I forget, especially in my oldest son\u2019s case. Nat goes to a private
program for children with autism, so rather than just one or two
teachers in the classroom, there are five specialists in his class of
eight, and rapid staff turnover, due to the intensity of the
job. Because of this I don\u2019t always get to know everyone in Nat\u2019s
life. But it feels especially remiss not to acknowledge all the people
who work with him, particularly now, when he is 17 and there is so
much left to do for him to prepare him for the world.<\/p>\n

It seems like ever since the beginning of Nat\u2019s life I have been
focused on how hard things are for him. Even when he was little I was
thinking about his future, and I have needed to rely on others:
teachers, doctors, therapists, and tutors to help teach him the many
things he needs to know.<\/p>\n

Most parents worry about their children, of course, but back when Nat
was diagnosed with severe autism \u2013 so many years ago \u2013 we felt
completely alone. We didn\u2019t know of anyone else like him. Now things
are different, but back then, all I knew was that my husband and I
were alone with a baby we loved but didn\u2019t understand, and we were
scared. Questions and doubts colored every conversation we had: What
should we be doing for him? Who will help us? And the most horrible
question, the one that still makes my heart hurt: What happens when
we\u2019re gone?<\/p>\n

I have learned to live with such uncertainty by now; it\u2019s just a small
line between my eyebrows, a soft twinge in my throat. We understand
that we cannot plan for every eventuality, even though we are teaching
Nat what to do in any emergency situation we can dream up and
recreate, safely. We can teach him to put a bandaid on a cut, but how
do we teach him how to know when he needs stitches? Those kinds of
gray areas are hard to teach, yet they make up the fabric of daily
living in a complex world We will probably always need to have help
for him. I am only just beginning to accept this.<\/p>\n

Yet I don\u2019talways accept it. I make jokes like, \u201cWell, I just won\u2019t
ever die,\u201d while I continue to cultivate my relationships with the
staff at his school, keeping my eyes open for those special teachers,
those aides who go above and beyond, who really \u201cget\u201d him. I am
secretly looking for my future respite workers, for the people who
will help us when he\u2019s an adult. There\u2019s the music teacher who is
determined to teach him real music theory; the gym teacher who gets
beaned with willfully thrown balls, yet proudly calls him Adam
Vinatieri; the swim coaches who get pinched but cheer him on when he
races. And of course, the bus drivers. With little or no training in
autism, they get to know his quirks, his likes and dislikes, his radio
station preferences. They talk to him and keep him happy for an hour
and a half every day. Maybe it\u2019s not as much as teaching him how to
count change, but sometimes I wonder.<\/p>\n

The other day, because it\u2019s close to Christmas, Nat\u2019s driver handed us
a big bag of presents: a huge box of oreos and a polar fleece top to
keep him warm. \u201cHe always asks for cookies because I give them to him
sometimes,\u201d she shrugged. \u201cSo I want to make sure he gets his
cookies.\u201d<\/p>\n

The old twinge in my throat flared up. I almost cried as I took that
bag from her. This gift was much more than a bag of cookies. What she
gave me was a little peace of mind. I still don\u2019t know what the future
holds for Nat as an adult. But I\u2019m pretty sure that there will always
be people out there who will care for and love him, even when it\u2019s not
part of their job description. Even when it\u2019s not easy. And even when
I\u2019m no longer around.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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