When I think about my three adopted children who have been
diagnosed with Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder, I think about how they
absolutely amaze me. Life is hard for
all of us, but for them, the level of work they have to put in to achieve any
success is mind-boggling. And yet, they
persevere and keep going forward because they truly believe they can do it.
FASD has become a talking point particularly in the adoption
world as research continues to pour in about it. The province of Ontario has just announced
they are giving 26 million dollars over the next four years to support those
individuals who live with this permanent brain injury and the people who serve
as their external brains. When our
children first came to us, we had real questions as to whether they would be
able to trust or love anyone. We had
questions about their ability to speak.
And we had questions as to whether they would ever be healthy. My younger daughter was eight years old
before she showed the ability to read anything.
My oldest daughter was nine before she understood that adults should
take care of babies, not eight year olds.
We have seen urologist, pediatricians, psychiatrists, psychologists,
ultrasound doctors, audiologists, allergists, and therapists. And frankly, there are probably more but we
have lost count at this point.
But we have found when you ask for help, people will line
up. Our immediate family see and
appreciate our children as much as we do.
We know either grandma will be just fine babysitting the children. Our medical team consists of open minded
individuals willing to explore possibilities.
Our educational team are constantly asking us for advice and maintain
exactly the same expectations as we do.
Our church friends have been the true friends who have stuck by us even
when things get off the rails. And our
FASD network have been huge in providing answers, encouragement and love. But ultimately, it comes down to us. The amount of talking my wife and I do with
each other is immense. A typical night
for us will include an hour of talking about everything that happened that day
and spending time together. Both my wife
and I jealously guard our home and evenings.
We don’t have social media, we only have one phone we answer, and there
was only four nights last year where one of us wasn’t home. Our home is the safe zone where our children
and my wife and I decompress on a nightly basis and the reason we can laugh and
have fun on a regular basis.
And so we persevere.
My seventeen year old now still needs reminders on how much a loonie is,
but can tell you exactly how much a horse weighs by just looking at it. My sixteen year old needs a digital watch and
a reminder the first number is the hour, but can bake a pie the local bakery
will sell on its shelf. My eleven year
old is the loudest in the house, but needs everyone else to talk quietly. And yet, he will spend hours cutting down
trees and create firewood for the family.
Managing FASD isn't easy.
We say having FASD isn't a life sentence, it just life. We have to constantly monitor our children's
anxiety levels. We need routine in every
aspects of our life. We need to surround
ourselves with people who get them and appreciate their strengths. We recognize at some point they will need to
live independently and that scares us deeply.
But that is why establishing that solid foundation now is so
important. When you consider that CAS
had worked with the last three generations of our children's birth family, we
know they have the capacity to finally break the cycle.
It is fascinating to us how well we complement each other. Each one of us need the other four for love
and support, and we all have unique strengths the family depends on. That is why we can say with confidence and
God’s help that we truly are a forever family.
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