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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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Sandy Hook: Let this be a turning point…

Of course we all know of the monstrous events that took place in Newtown, Connecticut on Friday.  As a nation we collectively weep, ache, and pray for peace for those who were lost and those who survive them.

I don’t believe it is truly possible to empathize with the families who lost loved ones at Sandy Hook Elementary that day.  I cannot fathom what they are feeling.  The pain will not go away, but with time they will get used to its presence.

There must be a cure to such shocking, incorrigible acts of violence in our society.  But there is not just one easy answer.  I don’t know how we arrived in a place that such news has become commonplace, but I fear that the population may lose their fury for change as time goes on.  We cannot allow this.

It is our responsibility as parents and caregivers to ensure that we continue a productive conversation, and push for change so that our children can learn and grow in a positive and safe environment.

We must look within ourselves, within our morals, and within the bounds of our culture for the means to create a more compassionate community.  A place where people are never so ostracized that they act out in violence, a place where it is not so easy to get weapons, and a place where we can provide help to those in need without stigma or judgement.

While there are no words to adequately express our sorrow for the victims and their families, as parents, Americans, and humans our hearts pour love onto those who have suffered and those who still do.

Rest in Peace

Charlotte Bacon, 6                                        

Rachel D’Avino, 29

Olivia Engel, 6                                              

Dylan Hockley, 6

Dawn Lafferty Hochsprung, 47                          

Jesse Lewis, 6

Ana Marquez-Greene, 6                                  

Grace McDonnell, 7

Anne Marie Murphy, 52                                 

Emilie Parker, 6

Noah Pozner, 6                                          

 Jessica Rekos, 6

Lauren Rousseau, 30                                     

Mary Sherlach, 56

Victoria Soto, 27                                        

Daniel Barden, 7

Josephine Gay, 7                                          

Madeleine Hsu, 6

Catherine Hubbard, 6                                  

Chase Kowalski, 7

James Mattioli, 6                                        

Jack Pinto, 6

Caroline Previdi, 6                                      

Avielle Richman, 6

Benjamin Wheeler, 6                                    

Allison Wyatt, 6

 

 

 

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How & Why I Became A House Wife (By The Gal Who Swore She’d Never Be One)

…..And I did swear over and over again, throughout my years in the mosh pits of the DC punk scene…later while studying gender stratification in college, and again while working behind the scenes at some of DCs biggest nightclubs and concerts.

I spent years mocking and pitying the boring, oppressed life of the housewife….Those poor women living an outdated lifestyle, saddled with the burden of raising kids and cleaning house, and deprived of the freedom to pursue their own careers and enjoy life on their own terms.

I couldn’t imagine ever giving up my “freedom” to go to work, in favor of what I perceived as, the messy, irritating, task of child rearing.  Maybe that sounds harsh but growing up I perceived (through media and other sources) that raising kids was an annoyance.  Kids are loud, they make everything sticky, they throw tantrums, they keep you from going out on a whim, etc.

This is all true (as we all surely know!) but the other side of things is what I didn’t anticipate… I didnt foresee the moments of wonder and peace, when you hold them in your arms as they doze off, or see them pick a flower for the first time, and the many many other instances of tranquility and perfect love you get as a parent…

I certainly don’t recall my own parents having many of those moments. I come from a home rocked by illness and addiction. My father was a brilliant man, but also a manic alcoholic (he was in rehab 6 times that I was aware of). In addition he was diagnosed with terminal Cancer when I was 8 and passed away when I was 17 (Note: He did finally achieve sobriety 3 years before he passed away).

On top of that my parents ran a small non-profit that was competing for project grant money with agencies like USAID and Unicef. They worked very, very hard and for extremely long hours…Long story short, when I was growing up my parents were always busy and stressed, and later sick and weak.  Several years after my father passed away my mom was diagnosed with liver Cancer and she passed in 2007.

For over 20 years our family was polluted with the weight and strain of anticipating certain doom. That in itself is like being sick. When I met my now-husband I insisted that I had no interest in marriage or kids.  After all who wants to create a family when you’re just increasing the number of people you love, whom you can lose?

What finally did convince me to marry him happened when he held me, on the 2nd anniversary of my moms passing, as I cried. He looked me in the eyes and explained softly, that the only way I could fill the hole in my heart from LOSING family was by CREATING FAMILY. It was such a simple concept but one that had eluded me for years, until that moment.

We eloped a few months later and I was pregnant 6 weeks after that. At the time I was doing work that was very physically demanding and I had to quit. I insisted to him and myself, that I would return to work once the baby was born. My husband supported the idea of me going back to work, if thats what I wanted to do.

Then my daughter was born, and wanting to immerse myself in raising and loving her, I decided to put off going back to work for a while longer.  My husband, thank our lucky stars, makes enough money to support the household.

And it suddenly occurred to me that I am indeed VERY lucky that we are able to afford having the FREEDOM for me stay home to raise our children…I am aware now of what a blessing it is to be there for my kids all the time, to witness all those unique, golden (yes, often messy) moments children have. My own parents didnt have that luxury, I was a latchkey kid from the start. But my kids wont be.

I will be the suburban mom, driving them to practice and parties. I’ll be there to cook their meals, help with homework, give advice, nag them, fight with them, laugh and play with them, clean up their messes and teach them to clean up after themselves.

Because though I had most of those things to a certain degree, I always knew the enormous amount of stress my parents were under, kept them from being “those” types, the super hands-on, around all the time kind of parents. But its the kind of parent I’d like to be and I am grateful that I have that opportunity. Parenting is a HUGE responsibility and a mammoth task but it is such a joy every moment (even if its in retrospect!) and I am honored to have so much time with my kids.

Given my own life experience I know that being a stay at home mom or “housewife” is both a blessing, and a choice, that has given me and my children a lifestyle of stability and peace that I didn’t have.

I don’t know what the Universe has in store for me and my family, but I am enjoying my life and living in the moment.  And I have found surprisingly, that being a housewife turned out to be the exact thing, I never knew, I always wanted.

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