Mon 23 Apr 2007
Naming Rights
Posted by Jane under Updates
[19] Comments
When Simon was born I was endlessly correcting people who would say, “He’s adopted”. I would say, “He was adopted. It’s how he came into our family, not who he is.” This same phenomenon is happening with Ramona. Several people have innocently inquired, “Oh, is that because she’s DiGeorge?” And I say, “Well, the fact the she’s been diagnosed with DiGeorge might be related to…”
I know it’s a subtle distinction. It does not get me all worked up or indignant. It does not make their butts look big. But I think as Simon and Ramona get older, it’s important to communicate to them that their status as adopted or having DiGeorge Sydrome does not define them. It is only a part of their story and therefore only a part of who they are.
Someone made a comment when we first discovered that Ramona has 22q that it’s just a way to understand her combination of symptoms. What a wise remark. 22q is so complex and variable that every child is very different. So maybe it would be best if we just treated her symptoms and didn’t mention her 22q diagnosis at all. Maybe that shift in sympathy that I see in people’s eyes when I go from sharing about Ramona’s heart condition to sharing about her “syndrome” could be avoided by just leaving the last bit out. But how would this make Ramona feel? Would she think we are ashamed of her diagnosis?
The social worker who helped arrange for Simon’s adoption talked with us at length about privacy issues and what we intended to share about Simon’s history. At first I said, “We plan to be completely open, if people can’t deal with the truth, that’s their problem and there’s no way to protect Simon from that anyway.” She very delicately pointed out that we could choose to keep certain things private, things that no one else need know about, so that Simon could choose later in life how, or if, he wanted to share that information. And that’s exactly what we’ve done. There are a few tidbits of info that we have about Simon’s birthmother that we’ve shared with no one, not even close friends and family.
Should we have done this for Ramona? Withheld some elements of her condition until she’s of an age to decide for herself? Does being open about her diagnosis somehow degrade her or turn her into a syndrome instead of a child?
I confess that I have no idea where the line is. Where respecting her and her right to privacy might start to communicate to her that it is private because it’s shameful. Where my job to protect her and her privacy overrides the call we all have to be open and honest with one another. Or whether or not it might just be more prudent to play it a little closer to the vest. Someone even suggested that her diagnosis would have to be disclosed on job applications, etc. and that it might be best to just treat her symptoms and try and have all records of the 22q kept to a minimum.
So this is one of those days where I need some input. Please chime in. It has helped me so much to be open about Ramona’s illness and prognosis, but if that openess might be harming her, I’d like to know. Please also pray that both of our beautiful children will always know how loved and wanted they are. That they were made in God’s image and should be proud of the things that make them special. That we are here to protect them and are doing our best. Today’s pic was taken by Papa, so cute.
Thank you, Jane.
i think you hit the nail on the head, jane. in the broadest sense, you are acknowledging the right to be an individual free from singular labels that shouldn’t solely “define” simon and ramona – or anyone for that matter. having been adopted is a part of simon just like having been diagnosed with 22q11 is a part of ramona, but as you eloquently point out, it isn’t WHO they are. even in the little moments i’ve been able to share with them, it is very clear how simon and ramona are each hundreds upon thousands adjectives and verbs and nouns wrapped up into quite charming packages.
at my job, language is very important. for example, all my clients are individuals with disabilities – putting the “I” in individual first has always been key. So I reflect on the important role language plays with your latest entry – and I appreciate your openness greatly.
and of course, i can’t speak for ramona, but i am fairly certain that if you are personally being helped by being open, then this is subsequently helping, not harming, ramona as well. and if i recall your posts correctly, many of them are showered with lovely day to day funnies of simon and ramona that don’t discuss 22q11 but rather focus on things like ramona’s hula sleepy pose or her cute smile when daddy takes a photo of her and simon’s new teeth and love for watermelon…
with that, thinking of you all. have a pleasant and lovely day. sarah p
p.s. non-sequitor: as an aside and regarding something mentioned above, the Americans with Disabilities Act generally prohibits employers from asking people to disclose their disability on a job application – but we can talk about that later. š
Jane,
I have been through this in my head at least a dozen times since beginning Caden’s Page. I started blogging about Caden to help keep friends and family up to speed about his condition. Writing about it also helped me get express my feelings. Then started getting emails and realized how much the site was helping other parents who get delivered a diagnosis of 22q11.2/Di George/VCFS and many other things. There are a ton of parents out there who need hope. They need to know that there is life after an earthshaking diagnosis.
On the adoption side of things, my wife was adopted. There are things that I know that the public and even some other family members will never know about her and her birth family. I think you are on track there.
I am still praying for God to guide me on the use of Caden’s Page. I have written enough about Caden that his site pops up in the top 5 on a Google search for his first name. I do not write EVERYTHING. There are many things about Caden’s medical condition and our feeling that we do not share. Even though we do share a bunch, I have noticed that even some of those who I consider to be close to us are amazed by things that are openly wrote about and talked about regularly. For instance, Caden is still tube feed at 2 1/2 years old. He also still needs his secretions suctioned due to a difficultly in swallowing, even his own spit. We have friends who are taken back by the use of some of these medical machines when they see it happening even though they read his web site regularly.
What I am really trying to say is that most of this writing, even though it will always be on the Internet, will most likely be forgotten by those who read it. It will most certainly be a great journal for Ramona in years to come. However, remember that once it is on the Internet it can not be deleted. There is search engine cache and there are Internet archive sites that will preserve everything you write out here for as long as the Internet exists. That will provide a potential boyfriend with way more information about Ramona than she might normally want to share on a first date.
Dear Jane
What a wise and wonderful mother you are! Being an opinionated person, I find I want so much to chime in and give my 2 cents but upon reflection…all that comes to me is this strong desire to give encouragement.
I encourage you and Andy to follow your instincts. Continue the path of discernment you have chosen. Continue to work it all out with fear and trembling. You guys are doing the hard work in front of you and I can’t even tell you how much respect and love I have for you because it’s so much bigger than the words I can summon.
Your children are incredibly fortunate to have you as parents and you are both incredibly fortunate to have such amazing children.
Hi Jane –
I can’t say that I know what you should do in terms of how open to be about Ramona’s syndrome. Your post made me think of a book I recently read called “The Boy Who Loved Windows”. It is a true story written by a mother about her son who was born with extreme autistic tendencies.
He was never officially diagnosed with autism which was something they struggled with because if they got the diagnosis, they would have been eligible for more help from the state and local community, but, once diagnosed, it would be a label that would stick with her son for the rest of his life.
Anyway – I don’t know that you really have much time for reading, but if you do, I think you might get a lot out of that book. It’s an amazing story of a family working together to help the son learn to function despite his autistic tendencies. I would imagine that a lot of what they struggled with – finding time for their “normal” child when the autistic one required so much care, finding time to be a couple, etc. would apply to your situation.
Dear Ones,
You’re the parents, & you get to decide!
Personally, I think you are doing a bang up job of knowing & understanding one another & your children, reaching out & accepting the love & help available to you, processing the new, necessary & sometimes frightful information regarding your children’s health &, significantly, looking to the future. Awesome!
Andy, you said it so well when you told Ramona, “We like you just like you are. We’re all missing something. Don’t worry about it, Baby.” I think your depth of understanding at that moment was profound.
Jane, your wish to have a family that reflects The Family of God enables you to accept, appreciate & guard the uniqueness of your children. You have my support, always, in that endeavor.
You’re the parents. You get to decide.
None of us are open books as much as we might think we are. We all keep things about ourselves, our families closely held. We show and tell that which we want others to see and know. Those closest to us can see more, of course. Ramona and Simon WILL make those decisions on their own as they age. And there will be SO MUCH more to know about them then these few facts.
While my parents did not have a blog about me, the truth is, I’ve never considered what their friends and family know about me. Other than to assume they know a lot. B/c they were my parents’ friends and that’s who you share your stuff with.
I don’t know. We are complicated and simple. We are more then the sum of our parts, but all the parts are important.
Jane and Andy – your children are lovely and loved that’s the most important part.
Jane-from the outside looking in I think your openness is good for your children. It teaches them to be proud of who they are and it also provides them with some sense of self confidence as well as pride in knowing & discovering who they are as they get older. There is nothing for your children to be ashamed of. God made them exactly the way that they are and he sent them to you & Andy to love and nourish. They are in a loving home and although right now its difficult to explain to other people their situations, that won’t be the case forever.
I know someone who is “slow” for lack of a better term. I only use that term as though not to label him, but because I truly don’t know what his actual diagnosis is. The reason why I don’t know that information is because my friend doesn’t realize that he has a handicap. His family has sheltered him all his life and the one time that I ever so gently touched on the subject he was floored that I could tell that he was slow. On the one hand, he is extremely independant. But on the other hand the fact that he doesn’t have that self awareness about himself makes things worse for him. He has issues finding a job, dating and even socializing with other people.
I think you’re doing just fine and you shouldn’t second guess yourself. There will always be insentive and closed minded people out there. That is something that none of us can shelter our kids from. Raising them with love and helping them understand themselves is completely within your control. That is what will help them get through life and all the obstacles that life will dish out to them.
When one looks into Ramona’s and Simon’s eyes and studies their facial expressions, the childrens’ enthusiasm for life and the spirit of their character shines! It tells me that they feel loved and safe. Their innocence and confidence that they are “okay” is precious to behold. I love them dearly and thank the Lord for these two extraordinary children…two more marvelous gifts to our family.
Jane,
Man, I admire your thoughtfulness. I read everyone’s responses above and think you have some good input there. I most agree with the person who said that even though you share details here on the blog, for better or worse, most people forget them. Everyone’s got their head absorbed in their own world. On one hand, that’s sad/annoying/depressing, on the other, its a bit of a relief (says the lady who probably shares too much.
I also agree on the syndrome being a label that simplifies the list of symptoms. And it probably helps you connect with other DiGeorge folks. But that’s about it. I think labels make people tune out. If you need someone to tune in and understand Ramona, probably better off describing symptoms. If you need to nip some stranger’s prying questioning in the bud, “she’s got DiGeorge”.
And lastly, your two beautiful children sure seem to know they are loved. Just look at their joyful eyes… Keep on doing whatever you guys are doing – it’s working.
Love,
Molly
Wow. So much to think about. One of my kids was diagnosed with Aspberger’s Syndrome several years ago by a counselor. At the time, it was a comforting diagnosis, as we were in a crisis situation with some intervention psychiatrists proposing something much more troubling. Later, he was un-diagnosed by a different counselor. When asked how he felt about being labelled Asperger’s for several years, he said, “Well, I guess now I have less excuses.”
The thing is, he is different from a lot of kids, and I think that a label can be quite liberating and comforting when it helps to normalize a painful sort of difference. But then, it can obviously be limiting, too.
I personally do think my son fits a high-funtioning Aspberger’s profile. But I keep that to myself. At this point, it seems that my son has to choose for himself whether or not he accepts either the diagnosis or the un-diagnosis, and I trust he’ll do whichever is ultimately most healthy for him.
In the meantime, I guess I think all of us should hold lightly to our labels and keep doing our best to make the most of what we’re entrusted with.
Rock-n-Roll-Mama-now-Farmer-in-Boondocks,
K
If I were to receive a diagnosis of that sort for Wren I know I would want to share it. Its not that I think it is the only path, but in our culture it is part of how we think. We reach for understanding.
Of course there are other cultures in which different abilities are not seen as deviations from normal, just rarer forms of normal. I am thinking of a place I lived in INdonesia where some people who had actual mental illness (in a Western paradigm) were seen as dreamers who needed help with day-to-day functions but were included fully in village life. Similarly, people would go to work fishing or farming with big tumors on their bodies and not be treated as “sick” or limited. Then they would die, suddenly, and yet their death was treated as an event separate to their disease.
I think the Not Knowing the Inside of Things from a Western Medical Framework has lots going for it. It means we face each behaviour with total openess rather than holding the diagnosis as a frame of reference against which we adjust our expectations.
But, I don’t think that its easy for us – having grown up being taught to Know and Find Out More. Knowing and doing all that you can about your health is almost equated with adulthood and responsibility.
So, I guess what I am saying is that I would try and do what you do. Share the diagnosis and then speak the truth of what Ramona is into the relationship that you and others have with her. When you differentiate the diagnosis from her being you are making a kind of third path – not hiding or defining – just letting it be there as what you know.
My mother was crippled by Polio at 15 which left her handicapped and unable to walk. My mother was “different” than all the other moms so that made our family different than other families.
When friends meet my mom for the first time I see through their eyes in that moment “oh whats wrong with her”. I forget to warn people that she is “different”. I forget because she isn’t different. Often after meeting my mom these same friends seem to not understand my mom-issues any longer. How can I be disappointed and have these hurts, after all she is “different”, handicapped, disabled, maimed (and all those other labels). I still have these hurts and continue to work through and reach forgiveness on because she isn’t different.
I bet you didn’t know my mom had polio…that because she isn’t different.
Jane, I bet time will show you that your family isn’t different either.
love,
J.
I really like what Janel said above…and not only because she’s my wife…
I will chime in with this: I was adopted. and thank God that I was. from early on my mom and dad told me so, so that I grew up not only thinking it was OK, but at times – in my early years – I saw it as a privelege and something to brag about (“na na…my mom and dad picked me. your mom and dad were stuck with you…” pride showed itself early!).
the cool thing is that now, it’s a great picture of what God has done with me – ie, adopted me into his family. when I’m tempted to grovel before him like a slave, or when I want to run from what I imagine is a brutal master, I remember that I’m his son – HIS SON. that he doesn’t see me as adopted…merely, as his boy. family. just like my mom and dad do with me, only better.
that said, I never had a problem being adopted. I think, in part, due to the fact that my mom and dad were honest/open upfront. I never felt labelled. I never felt excluded. I simply felt like their son – and that my adoption was just part of the story on how I became that.
perhaps that will resonate…
-rt
Hi,
I just came across your site on the April board and read her story. Ramona is in my prayers.
Tina
Jane and Andy:
I don’t think I have any special insights here. I want to chime in just because I find it really hard to believe that this kind of openness and honesty could ever be a bad thing. It has enabled your community to feel connected to you and the kids in a way that isn’t really possible without all of us breathing our spring-time cold-season germs all over Ramona. If anyone in your lives later finds these pages and judges you or, more absurdly, Ramona, then that’s their bag. The education of what not to say (for those of us who don’t take the time to think how a simple semantic choice could really make all the difference in how our words are heard by you alone) has made this blog so valuable for me, and I’ll bet for many others, even lurkers, out here. I think that, if it were all couched in a sort of vagueness about what is going on with Ramona’s health and your feelings about the whole package, it wouldn’t inspire the same level of devotion you have experienced.
For what it’s worth, with love and affection,
Dina
Jane & Andy,
I just wanted to let you both know that you, Ramona, and Simon are never far from our thoughts and prayers… even all the way out here in California.
If we can do anything for you, you always know you can call on us.
In Him,
Heather Featherston
Hi Jane,
I happened upon your website through Ann & Jon’s site — I am so impressed with your family and the candor, honesty & determination with which you are approaching everything that you guys have been through. I hope it’s okay if I pray and follow along as well (and your children are gorgeous, by the way)!
I wanted to comment on this post as I’m an adopted child too. I don’t have much to add to the discussion, except to second Rob’s post. I think you’re doing a great job, from what I’ve read on here.
Kindra Morelock
I received this devotional from a Bible study I attend and I thought it fit with what you had been thinking about.
REJOICE IN WHO YOU ARE
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:14
Stop despising the things that make you unique. You were born at just the right time, in just the right place, with just the right gifts, to fulfill a plan that nobody but you can fulfill. Open your Bible and see what God thinks of you. After all, His opinion is the only one that really matters. Listen to the Psalmist: “You saw me before I was born and scheduled each day of my life before I began to breathe. Every day was recorded in your Book! How precious it is, Lord, to realize that You are thinking about me constantly” (Ps 139:16-17 TLB).
If you want to work on your self-image, here’s a prayer to help you today: Lord, it’s taken me a long time to figure out that I’m different by divine design; that You’ve made me with abilities, traits, and a genetic combination that nobody else has. Nobody in all the ages of time has ever been me – and nobody ever will be. Deliver me, Father, from feeling weird; from wishing I were someone else. Deliver me from envy and jealousy toward others. Help me to discover the unique person You created me to be; to enjoy the little things that make me so special, so “one-of-a-kind”. Help me to realize that I can give the world something that no one else can give. Thank you, Lord, for the awesome creative work You’ve done and continue to do in making me who I am. Amen.
We are praying for all of you.
Amy
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