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Citizens Aren’t Powerless to Prevent Atrocities

I’ve known Adam Lanza too. (He isn’t my son.) He had a different name, but the same profile. We’ve all met these people. They live in every community. And it’s not too late to stop them.

They are too disabled to hold a job. Their disability doesn’t lie in their limbs, but in their minds. They live with their parents, or in a group home, have no friends, and no reason to leave the house.

This is not the picture of a happy life. Shunned by society, they have only their family, or hired caretakers, who may be very sick of them. Just think about how you feel after a week with your parents. Then multiply that by 1,040. That’s how many weeks Adam Lanza spent with his mother and almost nobody else, from what it sounds like.

The solution proposed by experts and amateurs alike: Adam Lanza, and Jared Loughner, and the other mass murderers were mentally ill. They needed help, from mental health professionals.

Adam Lanza did need help. As my brother said on the phone yesterday, “six-years-olds draw hearts and want attention. They have nothing to give but love. Anyone who would kill them…it’s sick.”

It’s heinous. And such indiscriminate violence must be borne out of great pain. When animals and humans are in a great deal of pain, their cognitive functioning is not optimal. High emotions block rational thinking. Targets are missed. Social cues are misread. They lash out or in, hurting others indiscriminately, or hurting themselves. A mental health professional can help a person identify this behavior. He or she can prescribe medication to improve functioning, teach coping skills, and refer the client to community resources and activities. But here’s what mental health professionals can’t do: they can’t reduce the pain.

The pain that comes from isolation and dysfunctional relationships with family members who many disabled people depend upon for survival will not go away through talk therapy alone. A mental health professional is not a friend. And being a mental patient is not a role that carries esteem. Humans need friends, esteem, and activities that offer a sense of achievement in order to stay healthy.

The Adam Lanzas and Jared Loughners of the world needed to be part of society in order for that pain to go away. They needed to have roles that prevented them from getting so sick. They needed to be welcomed somewhere, and to do something well. A mental health worker could have helped them find those things if society had provided them.

There are plenty of roles for disabled people: bagging groceries as a volunteer, discussing American presidents with old folks in an assisted living facility, walking the neighbors’ dogs, weeding gardens for a landscaper, playing chess at the corner store or park, participating in synagogue or church events, writing fan fiction for a thriving fan fiction community, or working with a group of Linux users to create a new Java-based widget platform.

When society obsesses over the need for mental healthcare for the Adam Lanzas of the world, it passes the buck. It undermines the importance of social acceptance for disabled people. It’s like a person with a messy house who throws a banana peel on the floor and screams, “I need more housecleaners!”

If we keep our houses cleaner, we won’t be dependent on housecleaners.

We can welcome disabled people and offer them small roles that get them out of the house or into a social milieu. When they apply for jobs at our businesses, we can give them small, manageable tasks once a week. When they apply to join our synagogues but can’t afford the membership fee, we can waive it. When they apply to join our quilting group, bowling team, or gardening club, we can accept them, even if they make us slightly uncomfortable. We can greet them with kindness and conversation when we encounter them in public or at their homes.

If having disabled people around frightens you, that’s understandable. Check with their family members, their doctors or therapists before inviting them into your world. We do that with employees for good reason. But don’t categorically reject them. Because that’s what has occurred in the case of Adam Lanza and Jared Loughner, and the result is atrocious.

We can cry out for more psychologists, more welfare spending on mental health services, do nothing ourselves, and accept the collateral damage. Or we can step up and be citizens. Those are the choices.

Emily Meehan is a writer and a children’s advocate who is producing a feature film she wrote after spending six months working with foster children living in a Northern California group home. Learn more about the film here.

 

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The Discipline Diaries: Part One

Reality Check: My Kid’s a B**t!

(rhymes with cat)

Even as I start writing under that heading I feel a creeping sense of shame and betrayal.  Like I have broken the first golden rule of parenting: “Thou Shalt Not Speak Ill of Thine Own Offspring.”  A la booming voice from the sky.  As a parent your first call of duty is to protect your kids.  You don’t talk badly about them, you build them up.  You encourage them in every way towards healthy self-esteem, and give them limitless opportunity to express themselves.  But what happens when that “expression” becomes rude, obnoxious, embarrassing behaviour?  Well, it has come to my attention that my daughter is headed for the position as Mayor of Bratsville if I don’t get a handle on the situation right now.

We live in an era of helicopter, attachment, and tiger style parenting – the digital and information age, of self-help and how-to.  With the plethora of parenting books on the market, it’s like there’s no excuse for not having an honorary degree in early childhood development, if you want to call yourself a parent.  Beyond that, there is an unspoken pressure, whether we admit it or not, on social media sites, to post pics of our happy families-mid bliss, with proud commentary about  our darling offspring.  (I’m as guilty as the next gal).

But errrrrrrr…stop the record!  Parenting is exhausting.  Let me spell that out so it comes across really clearly, parenting is E-X-H-A-U-S-T-I-N-G.    I mean, yes yes, of course it’s a delight and a joy almost every minute.  But the rest of the time you are struggling to keep up…. How do I burn off all her energy?  How do I do it productively?  Did she get enough to eat?  Was it healthy?  Was it organic?  When’s that next doctor appointment?  Does she have enough friends?  Did she just say thank you? How’s her language development?  I need to sign her up for preschool… I need to do laundry…pay bills…do dishes..blah blah blah, we all know it never ends. And in midst of all that you have to mold and maintain behavioral control of  a sprouting, effervescent, intellectual, spiritual life!!

And lest we take the weight of that duty lightly- there’s a reason guns, whips, shackles and bars have historically been the tools for controlling human beings… Because its HARD!!! Humans want freedom.  We want to explore, be curious, be expressive, and nowhere is that more apparent than in the up and down, moment-to-moment antics of a toddler.  Yet parents ad educators have that duty every day, to mold and maintain control simultaneously.

In my own life I have always had an aversion to discipline. I battled it til I bled and in the end, having my children is what really forced discipline into my life.  I ran from my mother and her methods of discipline and I am utterly terrified of creating that type of distance between myself and my kids.  I live in the constant fear that my kids will run away from me like I ran away from my own parents.  So maybe I’ve been a little lax on the discipline.   Maybe one too many times I thought “Oh, it’s okay, there’s no harm, she’s only (insert age here).”   But on a recent outing Christmas shopping with my mother in law… my laissez-faire attitude came back to bite me in the ass.

While perusing a book store with MIL, my 2 ½ yr old and  5 month old (in stroller) I lost control.  I mean, I lost total control of my daughter.  I let her out of the stroller before we went in the store (first mistake) and while I was momentarily distracted, she took off like some kind of banshee track star.  She was up and down the aisles of that book shop faster than I could keep up, screaming in that high pitched Mariah Carey-esque squeel, that only toddlers can accomplish, for a solid 5 minutes.  It was an eternity.  I bounced between being mortified and just wanting to run away.  But I couldn’t.  I wrangled my child amidst the gawks of onlookers and we managed to get outside.

Once clear of the store I turned to my MIL, and exclaimed “I don’t know what to do with her.  She’s out of control!”  Accepting my invitation for counsel, she said the first thing needed was creation of boundaries and that those boundaries need to be consistent, because children respond best to consistency.  So I can only assume that if I am able to consistently, non-violently, create boundaries for my children, they will respond with appropriate behaviour.  But didn’t I just say discipline was hard for me?  So really in disciplining her I am disciplining myself… towards consistency.  Its clearly a learning process for both of us.

Now as I am in the midst of negotiating the ins and outs of disciplining my child, I’m asking, where do I begin?  When do I draw the line and how do I find the energy to do it?  How do I discipline with non-violence?  Also, how do I discipline according to the specific characteristics of my childrens personalities?  Ergo-Discipline perhaps?  I wonder if it might be best to not take a broad sweeping approach to discipline.  One size does not necessarily fit all when disciplining kids.

How about you, reader? Are you learning how to discipline? Have you already learned?  What works or hasn’t worked for you and your children?

We at Takes a Village would like to invite you to share your experiences with discipline or lack of it!  Your trials and triumphs will be posted as part of a continuing dialogue, the “Discipline Diaries.”  Feel free to respond anonymously if you wish.  Please send responses to contact@takesavillage.net or simply comment here.

I will also be reporting back with my own battles and hopefully victories, as well as the development of the Ergo-Discipline theory.

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Why I Could Just Eat You Up….

We’ve all said it.  During an intense moment of love for our kids or because they are so ridiculously cute, we tell them we could eat them right up.  I don’t know about you, but I actually get a physical urge to bite and nibble on my kids.  In fact…I do… gently of course, and I even sometimes growl as I do it.  It’s a pretty bizarre sensation, but everyone I’ve asked, men and women, parents and non-parents, old and young alike, have all experienced a similar craving of wanting to eat young, cute babies.  (I think alot of people experience the same sensation with young animals but for the sake of this discussion we’ll stick with human children).

There are several, albeit rare, examples of eating young in nature. There are also representations of eating babies in human culture. Take for example, the Greek myth of Titan Cronos, father of  Zeus, who ate his young babies.  And of course, there are cannibalistic cultures that eat human flesh for a variety of reasons, but what I’m talking about is nowhere near as dark, and a lot less literal.

The feeling I’m referring to, is one you can’t quite put your finger on, when you see a cute baby and you get a strange, visceral sensation that you’d like to eat them. It’s not a topic which appears to have garnered much study, according to my online searches.  Though some discussions mentioning it seemed to theorize that it is a residual predatory instinct.  Still, I can’t help but wonder what makes us, everyone I’ve talked to, feel that “eat you up sensation” or EYUS.   And I am curious if the reason could be just as much spiritual, as it is primal.

There is a universal connection between eating or ingestion and energy. Obviously, thats the reason every living thing does it….Eating = Energy = Life.   As a mother I think there’s a special sensation that comes with creating new life, new energy inside of your body, using only the foods you eat as the building blocks for creation, and then giving birth to, or expelling that life/energy.

During pregnancy I experienced first-hand my body’s magical ability to generate living cells and tissue, literally transforming my meals into brand new human beings!  I don’t think there is a more stupendously awesome or incredibly mystical process on Earth.

Now, I am experiencing a different angle to this amazing life cycle.  This time through my body’s capacity to create sustenance through nursing.  As I nurse, my child eats from me, but also by ingesting my milk, he is in a sense, eating me, strange as it may sound.  And I believe it’s when I am nursing that I feel the strongest EYUS.  I think that’s because I can literally feel the energy leaving my body to feed my child and that energy is my life energy.   When I see his little cute face it reminds me, that he was created and continues to thrive, because he is fed of and by my own flesh. In some abstract way I want to take back in the energy and life forces he represents.   Still with me here?

So, could it be that when I see my cute baby or any baby, that makes me feel EYUS, I am actually feeling a primal, metaphysical longing to reconnect with and “ingest” the life energy that has brought all of us here? Could EYUS really be a deep desire to be reconnected to the forces that created us?  Forces from which ALL of our lives were “fed” at the very genesis of our cells splitting.

Its a fascinating thought for my weird little mind, and has spawned a theory.  When I feel EYUS I am really feeling a deep subconscious, universal, human desire to be connected to the great cycle of Life. I want to literally ingest the energy that has created us.  Which would explain why every person I’ve talked to about this, knows the feeling.  Don’t all of us,  consciously or not, want to feel connected to the mystical processes of life, energy, and creation?  And a child’s face reminds us that those forces are constantly at work…

Then again I could just need more vitamins….

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