Fleeing To Safety, How Will Students With Special Needs Continue To Survive School Shootings?

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Students Hide.

As the video image sharpens, we see a foot, a small body hunched under a desk, and we hear screaming, children screaming, These videos are from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School where students are now hiding from the active shooter. Our children are taught to be quiet in lockdowns, to rush and hide in closets and bathrooms and sometimes, like this time, they are even told to run.

But what if they can’t? What if they can't run?  Can’t calm themselves enough to be quiet? Can’t see in the semi-dark room? Can’t hear the alarm or cry of danger?  What if they can’t walk or move to the closest hiding place? What if they can’t follow the directions they are given? What if they can't process fast enough the danger that is before them?

We were driving home from school yesterday when my high school age daughter Zoe, began telling me about a drill they had that day. “Mom, ..” she started. “ I think I need to park my wheelchair somewhere different in History class. We had a drill today and.. What?” I interrupt. I tightly hold the steering wheel and remind myself to breathe. “ Well my wheelchair was in the back of my class, and I couldn’t move it to drive out the other door we use for drills, so my friend helped me walk. Is that okay?”

It is a simple question, but I am already running through the scenarios- How my daughter can only walk about 4 feet unassisted before she falls. How unbalanced she is and prone to trip when you take her hand to walk her. What if it is real next time? What if she is slowing someone down? Will they drop her hand and run? I trust the staff at her school, even her compassionate classmates, but is it enough? What if there is a fire? A shooting? What will be the fastest route? The safest plan? For her? For her friend? We work out a new place to park her wheelchair, and she is content, singing along to Taylor Swift on the radio. But she is the child, and  I am the parent, and I know the danger, I know our plan has flaws.  I think of these videos on the news from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, and I know the truth, for every school, for every student- there isn’t a safety protocol that exists that will keep every child safe, and for students with special needs the danger is even greater.

Police Storm The Classroom.

In this video, the classroom is semi-dark. That is the practice in lockdowns. I know this means, that if my daughter were there, with her impaired vision, she would see nothing. And that fear is real within me. My heartbeat quickens as I watch. One student is standing, the rest are seated, and I wonder about that student standing and how vulnerable he is, why he just stands there as the SWAT team enters the classroom screaming their demands to see  “ Hands!  !  ”. Almost all the students immediately raise their hands, I see hands raised that are that are shaking, and I know some students will not be able to process fast enough the urgent cry of police to raise their  Hands! Hands! Hands! What happens then? We know now this active shooter was able to blend into the crowd of uninjured students. What will happen next time?

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A Mother's Day Letter For A Special Needs Mom

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This Mother's Day there will be many Moms of special needs kids,  who don't receive handmade notes or home crafted, crayon colored cards. These moms mother for a smile or a tender touch, they mother because this is simply what Moms do.

I wrote this letter years ago, before my girl had the words to tell me how she feels. I wrote this years ago before my girl was, what she is today. I wrote the words I know I needed and hoped to share with others. 

Please share this with a Special Needs Mom you know, , whose child is unable to write or say the words she may long to hear. 

 

Dear Mom,

Even without my words you always know what I need. 

When I am hurting or afraid, frustrated or weary, you gather me home into the safety of your arms. 

You know what makes me smile, and fills my face with light.

You make my heart full with happiness when you sing my favorite song,  and sweep the softness of my favorite blanket, across the curve of my cheek.

And when you take me for walks and I feel the warmth of the sun , the cool breeze brushing by my skin , with you by my side.  

You ignore the words of others, telling you what I cannot do- and then fill the hours of every day telling me what I can.

Every day you see other kids -  doing more, still  you choose to celebrate me.

Pushing away sadness, you focus on the hope of my future , you let my small simple steps, lead us forward. 

Never standing still, always in motion- You move before me , your planning-  protective and positive, prepares me for success- meeting new people, and new everyday challenges. 

..and Mom, in case I ever go- before I can whisper my words of thanks, or wrap my arms around you.

Know what I know-that before you someday soothe me into heaven's sleep.

With you, I live the fullest life and I see the world, through your understanding eyes.

And with your gentle touch you fill my life to overflowing, with the greatest kind of love. 

Written by Suzanne Perryman, www.SpecialNeedsMom.com