There's a lot of things parents "lose" when they have a child with special needs. Sleep, disposable income, the ability to be spontaneous...those things are often the first to go, and I can say that over a decade later, I don't expect to find any of them again (though finding some sleep is always a priority!) Still, for me, the loss of those things isn't as great as the loss of perspective. Like Alice falling down the rabbit hole and suddenly finding herself big, and then little...and then utterly lost and in danger of losing her head altogether...I realize that I've completely, entirely lost my sense of perspective about many, many things.
"Rare"...well, there's a word. For people with perspective, rare is a pretty obvious term. It means "uncommon, seldom occuring". Winning the lottery is rare. Getting struck by lightning is pretty rare. But what if, all of a sudden, you were surrounded by people who had both won the lottery AND been struck by lightning? Suddenly, "rare" doesn't mean so much anymore. Most of my friends are parents of children with some kind of special need, many of them children with "rare" conditions. I know that J's condition is "rare"...but I don't know what that means anymore, or if it matters. Some days, it matters a lot -- on those days, I wish she had something "common", something with a website and a support group and a walk-a-thon, something the random woman in the supermarket had heard about once, on a made-for-TV movie. But other days, rare is what's common, because all my friends have rare stuff too.
"Sick"...another easy word, right? Well, not in my rabbit hole. See, when you lose all perspective, than anything other than "in the ICU on a ventilator and dialysis" starts to look an awful lot like "healthy". Some days, when I line up the morning medications and realize they take up the entire counter, it seems like J. is a "sick" kid. And then some days, the doctor calls to say all her bloodwork looks normal, and I think...okay, not so sick. If you've already needed one replacement organ, and you're waiting for another...are you sick? Or not? If you're too tired to go to school all day, but you can manage an hour of ballet...does that make you a sick kid, or not? And what happens when you're the teenage sibling who suddenly gets "sick" (you know, the regular kind of sick, with runny noses and coughing and fevers)? Without perspective, it suddenly becomes a kind of bizarre episode of Mystery Diagnosis, with mommy (that's me!) worrying about all the possible complications while the teens just want someone to bring Kleenex and some fluffy pillows.
"Normal"...that's the big deal word. That's the one I always think is "I'll know it when I see it". But what if you don't? Spend enough time in a Children's Hospital, and you may forget that it isn't "normal" for kids to need to breathe through a tube in their neck. You might forget that the rest of the world doesn't have a vocabulary that includes things like "microarray" and "trough levels" and "durable medical equipment". Despite the fact that I have two teenagers who are, by all accounts, completely typical (special-needs-mom speak for "not diagnosed with anything"), I still find myself stunned speechless by the sight of babies who can walk before their first birthday, and amazed by children who can see well enough to grab the glasses off their mom's face. I marvel at kids who can run, and jump, and swim and speak and write and sleep in on Saturday without having to roll over and take meds at 7am. In my world, it's perfectly normal to discuss major surgical procedures over dinner and to simultaneously pour my coffee while holding an inhaler to my child's face. It's all a matter of perspective...
I think, if it weren't for the Mad Hatter, and the creepy Cheshire Cat, and the Queen who is forever trying to chop off someone's head, Wonderland wouldn't be such a bad place to be. It certainly keeps things interesting, after all! But perspective is a good thing, a necessary thing. It gives us a sense of order and understanding about the world. Losing perspective -- when the big things are suddenly too small, and the small ones too big, and some things are missing altogether -- makes it hard to find your way.
