Saturday, June 18, 2011

Critical Parenting

There comes a time in parenting when you sometimes start to look at your son or daughter with a critical eye.  Are they shaping up the way you expect them to?  Are they a good reflection of the way you brought them up?  Will they be strong enough not to be weakened by corrupting influences around them?
We all do it, because we all want the best for our children.  Regardless of whether the child has special needs or not.
However, many of us are extremely critical of ourselves and set such high standards that others seem to fall by the wayside, inviting our criticism.   Often we seem to get more critical as we get older—life just isn’t ‘what it used to be!’ 
Having a child with special needs can sometimes make us even more critical, not necessarily outwardly, but inwardly as we compare our child’s “failings” with the next person’s child. 
By being critical we can build up a wall of protection against others—striking first before we are criticised.  There’s nothing wrong with being protective—heaven knows, it’s what we parents are best at… but criticism also has a darker side.  Ron Potter-Efron’s book, Stop The Anger Now (New Harbinger) says that ‘being critical of others:
  • Helps me feel superior/dominant
  • Convinces me that I’m right and you’re wrong
  • Helps me avoid noticing my imperfections and faults
  • Keeps me in control by making others appear weak, dumb or bad
  • Is similar to what I do to myself.  I’m very critical of myself.
  • Keeps me from getting too close.
  • Is my way of trying to help, protect or guide others, even if they don’t like it
  • Feels good
He says, “too much criticism of others can make you mean-spirited and cynical”.  Cynicism is the enemy of optimism and happiness.  It makes us aware of how easy it is to give in, give up.  Parenting a child, or even an adult, with PWS can often have this reaction.  Tiredness sets in, cynicism takes over, and the thought of another year with all the same battles just seems to be not worth getting up for. 
One of the best resolutions (New Year's or just today's) we could ever make is to be kinder to ourselves.  If we let go some of the expectations that come with ‘critical’ parenting, learn to appreciate and enjoy the smallest of achievements, we can re-charge our batteries and set different goals.  Goals that aren’t bothered by what the next person is doing or achieving; goals that aren’t rooted in materialism, or comparisons. Achievements that are as uncomplicated  as helping your daughter get her balance to slide down a gentle waterfall—just like everyone else.
Potter-Efron suggests, “make a goal for the next 24 hours to notice as many good things about the world and about other people as you can—do this every day for a month”.
It’s good advice for the weary and the cynical!
                                           

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Residential Woes

Residential care is one of the most important things we need to think about for our children as they reach adult-hood.  This is something that IPWSO has taken very seriously, and, after two international conferences specifically designed for caregivers, a fantastic resource has been developed, "Best Practice Guidelines for Residential Care".  I wish this resource had been available when my daughter (now 27 yrs) first went into residential care. 

She has been in residential care since she was 18 years old.  At first, I thought she could manage in a small house by herself (with 24 hour staff care), but somehow this didn't work out.  Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.  She wanted to cook for herself (with supervision) and I taught her how to stir-fry food, something that was quick and easy.  But on many occasions she burnt the food and had to cook more (thus depleting the weekly allowance).  On other occasions she blamed staff for taking food from her fridge & cupboards.  She wanted to entertain and cook for friends, family and neighbours; she wanted to to try new foods, new recipes, and to do her own shopping.  After 4 weeks of this, we changed the rules.  Food would be cooked outside her house and brought in daily.  I did this myself for a number of years until staff took over and provided meals cooked off-site. 

Because meals were now controlled, she took to pan-handling in the neighbourhood.  She was extremely opportunistic and found money very easily (staff learned quickly not to leave cars unlocked, handbags unattended) and was blamed for missing money (creating denial melt-downs).  She executed brilliant reasons for needing hand-outs, money, cigarettes, extra food and so on.  One of the best was that she was a "solo mother with 3 children under 5 years old - one with a broken arm, the other who wet the bed every night, and the third who was just staring school.  Their 'father' looked after them during the week, but dumped them on her during the weekend and she had no food to give them."  When this ruse was discovered, "Elder Abuse" had already been called in as she was going around to not only choose the food from the cupboards herself, but cook it at the neighbour's house.

We shifted her to another house (still solo, but with 24 hour care) where there were no shops close by, but the neighbourhood was not great and neighbours were bullies.  She also managed to give her staff the slip and find new avenues of food, money, and, now cigarettes.  Six months later, we found another house with a beautiful little garden, no shops, and on a corner, so only one neighbour.  Again it was staffed night and day, but by now, my daughter really did have the hang of how to play staff off against one another, frighten them, and bully them.  There was a serious complaint laid, police involvement, and a court decision that she was not able to live in the community under the current circumstances.  She was moved to a very secure place where everything was locked down, and where there were a mix of clients who had also been through the courts.  None of these clients had PWS; she was the only one.  For her, to live with other people under such strict rules, was a big wake-up call.  This lasted a year, with a transition farm-house for the last few months.  I was proud of the way she had 'learned her lesson', but not proud of the fact she had put on a lot of weight.  This last home was full of big, strong, men who ate big meals.  She was happy about that! 

During the year she was there, I spent a great deal of time searching for providers for when she got out, who would be prepared to abide by the latest IPWSO Best Practice Guidelines for Residential Care.  I spent a long time combing the Best Practice Guidelines for the best ways they would fit our New Zealand culture.  I changed a little, but not a lot.  After some months of talking to providers, we chose one who seemed very enthusiastic and ready to take on the challenge.  We put an extreme amount of training and support into the staff (much from the IPWSO Best Practice Guidelines) and brought in two clients with PWS (one, being my daughter, and the third is without PW) and staggered their arrival over a period of 2 weeks, and sat back to watch.  The honeymoon period lasted another 2 weeks and these girls had the staff exactly where they wanted them.  Basically, as slaves!  They would sit around all morning in their jamas, ordering cups of coffee, expecting breakfast when they deigned to get up, morning tea, lunch, and so on.  No, they didn't want to go out and exercise; no, they weren't interested in showering, or getting dressed...

Back to the Guidelines and the application of more rules.  Exactly as the Guidelines suggests.  Staff learned to call the tune, put rules in and around everything - if the girls weren't up by a certain time, breakfast would be cleared away; if they didn't walk, swim, exercise, there would be no priviledges.  There followed a couple of weeks 'shake-down' period where staff stood their ground, and finally, the girls got used to the idea that routine would be followed and priviledges earned.  Things are now going much better as staff have quickly learned to cope with the cleverness of two young women who know their way around.  Some staff were worn out quickly, some handled it well.  There have been tough times, as well as the funny side of life. Best of all, they are happy and losing weight!

It was a risk, introducing a new service provider to the world of PWS, but one that has been well worth the taking.  Having staff interested in the syndrome, willing to be helpful, and willing to be forgiving over minor transgressions (particularly the swearing) has been paramount to this home's success.  Things won't always be easy, and the good old learning curve will always be steep, but by following the Best Practice Guidelines right from the start everyone has had a chance work together.


Thursday, June 2, 2011

Would you like to holiday in the Dolomites?

Other than the very rewarding work of being on the IPWSO board, is the great pleasure of finding out where in the world we are next meeting!  Our board meets once at our three-yearly IPWSO World Conferences, and, generally, once inbetween.  Although it might sound extravagent, we generally manage to get support with our venue and accommodation, relying on wonderful international friendships.  This year we met in Giorgio's (our CE) home country, Italy, a couple of hours north of Venice at Laggio di Vigo di Cardore, way up in the Dolomites.  While we were here, we learned that this wonderful place is offering family holidays for special groups... and we're included!

Casa di Laggio high above the village

This wonderful old 'holiday house' used to be a sanitorium for those with TB, but is now used as a holiday place for those wanting to experience the great walks, ski-fields, and explore the beautiful mountains. 

This year will see an enormous upgrade of the cassa with complete refurbishing which will encourage groups to visit and stay.  In this regard, IPWSO will be organising family holidays for anyone with PWS and their families.  Can you imagine a more perfect holiday?  And we will be able to offer a very reasonable family rate!  The menu will be designed for those with PWS in mind, there will be activities for children, and time to relax for parents.  Interested?  Watch this space.... More on this later! 


 

Saturday, March 26, 2011

A Note from Japan


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Wikipedia states: Every year the Japanese Meteorological Agency and the public track the sakura zensen (cherry-blossom front) as it moves northward up the archipelago with the approach of warmer weather via nightly forecasts following the weather segment of news programs. The blossoming begins in Okinawa in January and typically reaches Kyoto and Tokyo at the end of March or the beginning of April. The beautiful blossoms are enduring metaphor for the ephemeral nature of life. Cherry blossom is an omen of good fortune and is also an emblem of love, affection and represents spring.

From Eiko Shoji comes the following message to all our IPWSO family:

"Thank you very much for forwarding messages from the IPWSO members to me. I learned that our friends all over the world were praying for us. Certainly their prayers gave us strength, and were answered.

I'm really grateful to you all being so thoughtful and helpful for us this time. I think Japan will still have to go through a difficult time for some time, but it is a great encouragement to know that our friends are always with us."


Eiko also told us that all their "PWS families" are now accounted for and are safe!  We are so happy to know this and we hope the beauty of the blossom can bring hope for new life for Japan.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

To our Japanese Families...

Our thoughts and prayers are with all of our Japanese families.  It is at times like this that families are the most important and precious things we have and we hope yours are all safe.  IPWSO has many friends in Japan and we have met many of you at conferences around the world.  It is devastating to learn of the destruction from the earthquake on Friday 11th March, and the following tsunamis, that has been brought to your beautiful country. 

Many of us live in countries that are earthquake-prone and understand the horrifying and frightening nature of quakes, but those of us who don't, can only imagine what it must have been like for you, and is continuing to be like.  We know the shaky history of Japan and the many earthquakes and tsunamis that have caused thousands of deaths over the years.   We know too, that you are a nation of strong people who have rebuilt over and over again, and that you will do so again.

We stand alongside you...

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

The geese are flying

The geese are flying in formation across the sky, a sure harbinger of autumnal - or fall - weather, which can only mean that my Northern Hemisphere friends are looking forward to spring and the summer ahead.  I'm not a great winter fan, it feels dreary to me, whereas spring brings renewed enthusiasm and energy.  It's been a good summer here, weather-wise, but not so good for one of the prettiest cities in our country, Christchurch, which was shaken by two very large earthquakes resulting in a loss of over 200 lives and many of her beautiful old iconic buildings brought crumbling to the ground.

It has been amazing to watch the support pour in from all corners of the globe: first from our neighbours, Australia, who downed tools and caught the next plane out to help, then from Japan, Taiwan, USA, Singapore and the UK.  People started fundraising, sending food, tents, clothes, anything that they thought the people of Christchurch would need.  Red and black are the Canterbury/Christchurch colours - a young schoolgirl sent a tweet to all her friends asking them to wear the colours as support.  The tweet went 'feral' and a day was selected so everyone in the country could show their support. 

The people of Christchurch are still shaken by quakes every day.  There are large "no go" areas in the city, thousands of people have lost their homes, and thousands more have fled the area to find temporary and permanent accommodation elsewhere.  But, the spirit of the people does not lie down.  The strength and resolve of everyone to rebuild, to rise again, to get over this disaster, is formidable.  It reminds me of parents and families where there is a child or sibling with PWS.  There are so many knockbacks, some which you think you will never get over, problems which seem insoluable, and times when you just want to lock yourself away and hide.

But the spirit is always there, just beneath the surface ready to rise again.  We take the rough with the smooth, we show resolve and understanding, and, just like those who came to Christchurch's rescue, we have supporters who understand and help us too.  There are email groups, websites, chat-rooms where we can ask for help, where we can ask what may seem trivial questions, and also ask the big ones.   You only have to google "Prader-Willi Syndrome chat groups" to be provided with lists of opportunities to chat. 

The social media of Facebook, Twitter, blogs, and email and website groups is something that has grown exponentially over the space of a couple of years.  It helps make our world smaller, more contained, more sociable, and definitely more connected.  There are times when we think the blackest day has come, but we need only reach out into our intergalactic medium to find another's fingertips.  Geese fly wing-tip to wing-tip supporting those who are tired, taking over leadership in turn.  We can surely learn from them now.

Kia kaha.  Stand tall.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Farewell, Sultan, You Will Not be Forgotten

 Young Sultan from Kazakhstan was not able to access the medical treatment he needed for Prader-Willi Syndrome.  There was no parent support group, very little medical knowledge and Sultan's condition gradually became worse over the last year.  It is with great sadness that we report that Sultan died on February 2nd this year.   Sultan's story was published in our Wavelength edition: http://www.ipwso.org/assets/pdfs/Wavelength-Nov-09low-res.pdf   page 9.

His family had only recently been able to contact IPWSO and through our medical consultants been able to learn about the syndrome.  Sultan was much loved in his family and his Uncle Kairat wrote to us to let us know of his passing.  He paid a wonderful tribute to his nephew, and will not mind that we share it with our PWS families world-wide:

Dear Friends,
My name is Kairat. I am Sultan’s uncle and an older brother of Askar [Sultan’s other uncle]. On Askar’s request I am writing this message as a tribute to our dear Sultan.
Last Tuesday 2 February,  my nephew Sultan passed away at the age of 18. He had a rare Prader Willi Syndrome. His mental/emotional development had stopped somewhere at the level of 5-6 year old child. We knew he would not live a long life but losing him at this time is heart breaking. Often Sultan was difficult and very stubborn especially with regards to food, sitting at the same dinner table with guests, and a few other things. His grandmother and primary carer had many difficulties with him. However he was such a special child in a body of a giant. He had body of a bear but a heart of a deer. Sultan sincerely loved little children and animals. When sitting at a play ground he would start talking to children of 5-6 years of age and would be so happy if they would talk back to him. Other parents would be wary of “this huge body mass” talking to their children and would eventually take their children away. Sultan was very sweet and gentle but was lonely at times as he was not understood by many and at times by his own family. Sultan had lived with us for 18 years and we all are grateful he has been a part of our lives. Without him our life would not be as meaningful and rich.
We tried to care for Sultan with genuine support of you all as a wonderful international family helping families everywhere in the world to deal with the Syndrome. There is no doubt we could have done better and Sultan would have lived longer. But we also know that Sultan had a gracious heart and he forgave us all for any inadequate care he received from us. Sultan was a true believer in the forgiving and loving God of the Bible. He genuinely believed in the saving grace of the Lord Jesus Christ. During his last days he was probably close to 200kg. He would sometime say that when Christ returns he would be given a new slim body and would be able to run like other boys! His words were so special! He is surely with God now as he had been the most sincere believer of us all.
My mother has told me of his last moments before he died. The way he was getting ready to meet his end was amazing. This is having very serious impact on us. Sultan was to a serious degree both physically and mentally retarded but somehow he knew he was dying. He was so sweet asking God not to take him yet as he had not seen his newborn cousin sister yet (my newborn daughter). As my mother was with him this night he asked her to call my sister (Sultan’s mother) to say goodbye to her. When she came he was too weak to say anything but just gently gazed at her for 10 minutes. A little earlier he was asking my mother to forgive him for being difficult to deal with. His last words were the words of Lord’s prayer (New Testament, Gospel of Matthew 6:9-13) which he knew by heart. He tried to say it two times but was too weak and could not finish. He then gathered all his strength and said this prayer in full once and then another two times. He then tried to sit but instead turned on his stomach and went quiet. He was breathing for a few more minutes before going completely quiet and loosing heart beat.
What was so amazing is how serious and clear thinking Sultan was in the last hours of his life. His last words were said out loud and my mother could hear them but they were addressed only to God above. Witnessing this moment was so remarkable that it could not be described with words. It was so real and genuine. That was his big moment and Sultan was so brave to face it the way he did. As his family often we did not understand him enough. We often did not take seriously his “childlike” thoughts about his life with God. But how serious was loving God listening to Sultan in his last moments. Sultan was “unfortunate and retarded” as far as this world is concerned but he was a very special and precious as far as God in Heaven is concerned. Sultan is not an angel, he is someone more special. Angels are not called children of God, but Sultan surely is a child of God. The reality of God in his death was overwhelming. I miss Sultan and want to see him. So I have to wait a little for my time to go. Until then I hope this would produce lasting fruit in our life and we would be “serious as to death” about the reality of God in this life and in eternity. In conclusion I would like to repeat the last words of our Sultan as they are very special to us.
Our Father who art in heaven,
Hallowed be Thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.
And do not lead us into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

We will always treasure Sultan in our lives. His last moments are very special to us and we only share these with close friends and family. We thought of writing this to you because you have become such family to us. Again many thanks to you all. 
Kairat (Sultan’s uncle and an older brother of Askar)