Thursday, November 15, 2012

Retro Jessie: Stop Labeling, Start Enabling

Jessie at 14, with sister friends Alex (l) and Zoe (r)

My daughter Jessie is 14 years old. She loves french fries, short skirts, Hilary Duff movies, boys, writing, dancing, listening to books on tape and baseball. She dislikes all vegetables, cleaning her room, detentions and being forced to walk long distances because her mother thinks it would be healthy for her and the environment. She also has Down syndrome and has been variously labeled as having an intellectual disability, a developmental disability, and special needs. But this so-called “disability” is only one small part of who she is. She is not her diagnosis; her potential and her gifts cannot be defined by her Down syndrome or whatever label you might choose to attach to her. In fact, among friends and family, and in typical settings (including school), her label is irrelevant! What is relevant is her own unique combination of talents, skills, and learning styles that describe who she is, where she wants to go and what she has to offer her friends and community.  

Labels can be useful – but only when they actually convey information that is useful. “Diabetic” can be a useful label in certain situations. “Explodes on impact” is another useful label. But disability labels are rarely useful in the real world – they are too general and often promote limited, outdated and discriminatory responses to an individual.

When our daughter was a toddler and we were applying for Handicapped Children’s Benefits, the worker who came to assess our situation joyfully crowed “Downs syndrome! Oh I love down’s kids – they are so happy!” I was astounded, not so much by the gall, but by how off-the-mark that descriptor was. While our daughter certainly had many happy and joyful moments, come 4 o’clock (the witching hour) she transformed herself into a holy terror intent on communicating her displeasure with both the world and myself. Happy was not a word I would use to describe Jessie. Joyful, playful, persistent, determined, full of glee, mischievous – any one of those might apply, but seeing her as a “happy child” just because she had Down syndrome seemed to me, to take away the richness and strength of her personality and gifts. I was speechless, and quickly decided that was a good thing to be in this situation. We desperately needed any additional financial support we were entitled to, and if it meant biting my tongue and letting the label define our daughter for this stranger, then I was willing to do so.

But it made me think about just what our bottom line was and how far we were willing to go to promote and encourage Jessie and our community to see all children and people as individuals first. While the label “disabled” can be useful for access to services and information (like quick passes at Disney World, the chance to perform at the Disability Arts Festival in Toronto, tax benefits, school funding, and important research on learning and Down syndrome), it is rarely useful outside of that context. Our experience has been that the label limits people’s perceptions of our daughter’s unique gifts, talents, and potential, particularly in school settings. In those situation, it has been used to place very severe limits on her participation and educational achievement – and so we refuse to use the label and force the school to look at Jessie’s individual strengths, needs and gifts. While it has not always been a smooth ride, it has been both enlightening and empowering. And it has served Jessie well (the bottom line) in supporting her sense of self as a contributing, capable, and equal member of her school and neighbourhood community.

Each year we meet with the school team for an annual review of Jessie’s strengths, needs, and placement. Previous years she presented her strengths and needs and profiled her year, then left while the adults remained to battle it out. One of our discussions has always been the label. For both practical and philosophical reasons we have refused the Ministry definition of our daughter’s “disability,” finding it to be discriminatory and limiting.* We allow them to use the standard label, but sign a strongly worded disclaimer stating that we agree with the label for funding purposes, but strongly disagree with the description.

Our daughter just turned 14. In the spirit of “nothing about me without me,”  she was fully included in her IPRC (Identification, Placement and Review Committee) meeting this year. Jessie was adamant that she did not want the label “intellectual disability.” That’s not all of me, she said. “That doesn’t tell you who I am. If you have to give me a label it should be, and she paused for a moment as she thought, it should be… ‘Creative Jessie.’” 

What kind of schooling might our children experience if we listened and acted upon the voices of people like Norman Kunc (1994), a disability rights advocate who himself has cerebral palsy:
"I am not broken! I am not broken! I am a representative of the diversity of the human race!"

*Back in 2004, the label intellectual disability also came with a descriptor that included not being able to “profit” from placement in a regular class.


Margaret Bender said...

YES!! YES!!! You are a great teacher!

Becca said...

This is so, so helpful, as we are just about to go into Sammi's re-evaluation and discussions of a mandatory new label. Developmental Delay goes away when the child turns 7. I feel pretty confident, and the fact that you'd presented them with a disclaimer (how was that received, btw?) makes me feel even more in control.

Nan said...

They didn't care about the disclaimer, as long as I signed the paper! I think they figured they got off easy (that tells you my reputation). I figured this was not where I wanted to spend my energy, but that I wanted to model to Jessie that we would never sign something that said that she couldn't benefit from being included. And I wanted her to know that she a) had a voice and b) had advocates who would fight for her right to speak her opinion.

Jess said...

Hi! I found your blog via a comment you made on Big Blueberry Eyes.

I'm always looking for connections with parents who have kids with down syndrome (or any disabilities really) as I am a step-mom to an 11-year old who has down syndrome. It's quite the learning curve you might say.

Anyways I'm following your blog now. :)

Nan said...

Welcome Jess! Wow, that is a learning curve! Glad you are joining us for the bumps and jumps and ups and downs! It is fun and interesting to "read ahead," so to speak.