Sunday, October 10, 2010

Day 10: Amsterdam International

I probably should have saved yesterday's post for a weekday, as the weekend blog traffic is generally quite light, and I was hoping for a bit more information from people to refute my hypothesis.  LOL 

But today, I'm posting a slightly different take on the usual version of Welcome to Holland, created by Emily Perl Kingsley.  If you are not familiar with it, please follow the link to read it.  It's a lovely introduction for parents just beginning this journey.  Dana at Uncommon Sense contacted me this week with her version, Amsterdam International, that she'd put up on her blog.  It gives a slightly more realistic view of the stages of coming to terms with receiving a diagnosis of Down syndrome for your child.  I personally think it's a wee bit harsh, and may need a bit a bit more of the positive stuff at the end.  Or, perhaps, it may be perfectly well suited to someone that's already come to terms with the diagnosis, but is wanting to explain how it is to other people that are not on this journey?  I like it, but am just wondering when and for whom.  It's possible that my difficulty with this is in the fact that we did not have a difficult time ourselves coming to terms with the diagnosis, and moved on into Holland quite quickly.

 Here it is, reposted with permission - I'm interested in your thoughts!

Parents of “normal” kids who are friends with parents of kids with special needs often say things like “Wow! How do you do it? I wouldn’t be able to handle everything---you guys are amazing!” (Well, thank you very much.) But there’s no special manual, no magical positive attitude serum, no guide to embodying strength and serenity . . . people just do what they have to do. You rise to the occasion, and embrace your sense of humor (or grow a new one). You come to love your life, and it’s hard to imagine it a different way (although when you try, it may sting a little). But things weren’t always like this . . . at first, you ricocheted around the stages of grief, and it was hard to see the sun through the clouds. And forget the damn tulips or windmills. In the beginning you’re stuck in Amsterdam International Airport. And no one ever talks about how much it sucks.

You briskly walk off of the plane into the airport thinking “There-must-be-a-way-to-fix-this-please-please-don’t-make-me-have-to-stay-here-THIS-ISN’T-WHAT-I-WANTED-please-just-take-it-back”. The airport is covered with signs in Dutch that don’t help, and several well-meaning airport professionals try to calm you into realizing that you are here (oh, and since they’re shutting down the airport today, you can never leave. Never never. This is your new reality.). Their tone and smiles are reassuring, and for a moment you feel a little bit more calm . . . but the pit in your stomach doesn’t leave and a new wave of panic isn’t far off.


(Although you don’t know it yet, this will become a pattern. You will often come to a place of almost acceptance, only to quickly re-become devastated or infuriated about this goddamned unfair deviation to Holland. At first this will happen several times a day, but it will taper to several times a week, and then only occasionally.)

A flash of realization---your family and friends are waiting. Some in Italy, some back home . . . all wanting to hear about your arrival in Rome. Now what is there to say? And how do you say it? You settle on leaving an outgoing voicemail that says “We’ve arrived, the flight was fine, more news to come” because really, what else can you say? You’re not even sure what to tell yourself about Holland, let alone your loved ones.

(Although you don’t know it yet, this will become a pattern. How can you talk to people about Holland? If they sweetly offer reassurances, it’s hard to find comfort in them . . . they’ve never been to Holland, after all.

And their attempts at sympathy? While genuine, you don’t need their pity . . . their pity says “Wow, things must really suck for you” . . . and when you’re just trying to hold yourself together, that doesn’t help. When you hear someone else say that things are bad, it’s hard to maintain your denial, to keep up your everything-is-just-fine-thank-you-very-much outer shell. Pity hits too close to home, and you can’t admit to yourself how terrible it feels to be stuck in Holland, because then you will undoubtedly collapse into a pile of raw, wailing agony. So you have to deflect and hold yourself together . . . deflect and hold yourself together.)

You sneak sideways glances at your travel companion, who also was ready for Italy. You have no idea how (s)he’s handling this massive change in plans, and can’t bring yourself to ask. You think “Please, please don’t leave me here. Stay with me. We can find the right things to say to each other, I think. Maybe we can have a good life here.” But the terror of a mutual breakdown, of admitting that you’re deep in a pit of raw misery, of saying it out loud and thereby making it reality, is too strong. So you say nothing.

 (Although you don’t know it yet, this may become a pattern. It will get easier with practice, but it will always be difficult to talk with your partner about your residency in Holland. Your emotions won’t often line up---you’ll be accepting things and trying to build a home just as he starts clamoring for appointments with more diplomats who may be able to “fix” it all. And then you’ll switch, you moving into anger and him into acceptance. You will be afraid of sharing your depression, because it might be contagious---how can you share all of the things you hate about Holland without worrying that you’re just showing your partner all of the reasons that he should sink into depression, too?)

And what you keep thinking but can’t bring yourself to say aloud is that you would give anything to go back in time a few months. You wish you never bought the tickets. It seems that no traveler is ever supposed to say “I wish I never even got on the plane. I just want to be back at home.” But it’s true, and it makes you feel terrible about yourself, which is just fantastic . . . a giant dose of guilt is just what a terrified lonely lost tourist needs.

Although you don’t know it yet, this is the part that will fade. After you’re ready, and get out of the airport, you will get to know Holland and you won’t regret the fact that you have traveled. Oh, you will long for Italy from time to time, and want to rage against the unfairness from time to time, but you will get past the little voice that once said “Take this back from me. I don’t want this trip at all.”

 Each traveler has to find their own way out of the airport. Some people navigate through the corridors in a pretty direct path (the corridors can lead right in a row: Denial to Anger to Bargaining to Depression to Acceptance). More commonly, you shuffle and wind around . . . leaving the Depression hallway to find yourself somehow back in Anger again. You may be here for months.

 But you will leave the airport. You will.

 And as you learn more about Holland, and see how much it has to offer, you will grow to love it.

 And it will change who you are, for the better.

6 comments:

doozee said...

That's a neat take on the old spin! The AIRPORT!!!!

Jenny said...

Its kind of nice to read a different approach to the Holland poem...I rather like it...I do agree though that maybe more positive at the end would have wrapped it up better...
I have to say though, this captured many, many, of the things I experienced, even if only briefly. I could really relate to this and thats what made it great for me.
I'm not sure this is something a brand new parent facing Ds should read...But for us who have a couple months/years under our belts this is really neat to read...to have some of what we felt written out and know that others felt it too.
Overall I really liked it.

JRS said...

It was fantastic and really captured the part of the acceptance journey that is desperate and ugly that I and many others truly did experience. I love that you made the leap to acceptance so quickly but writing like this helps the rest of us to let go of the GUILT that can be so debilitating.
---Jen

Dana said...

Thanks for sharing this!

For me, I wish that I could have read something like this back in the beginning when I was struggling with depression and the roller coaster of unpleasant thoughts and emotions. Now that I've made peace with everything, Welcome to Holland is great. But in the beginning I wish that I had had something like this to validate my darker moments and let me know that it's ok to have some uglier thoughts, and that someday it will all be ok.

Stephanie said...

I have Welcome to Holland Via Bosnia LOL!

Elisabeth said...

Having an 18 month old son with a chromosomal abnormality very similar to Down syndrome, I feel like this version very much expresses a lot of what I have gone through over the past year and a half. Thanks for sharing it.