Friday, December 7, 2012

Let's rethink 'normal' in children's rehab

















By Barbara Gibson

Rehab professionals want to help improve the lives of children with disabilities. But they sometimes struggle with two conflicting visions of how to do that.

Is their role to "normalize" bodies that are impaired, or to promote acceptance of diverse bodies and abilities?

As a physiotherapist and child disability researcher, I know that “normal” is often taken for granted as a benchmark to assess quality of life. To rate life quality, we often measure the amount of help a person requires to carry out daily activities. Our questionnaires assume that the more you do on your own, the better life will be. So walking independently gets a higher score than walking with a cane. And walking with a cane rates higher than using a wheelchair.

By assessing physical abilities alone – and ignoring social influences on wellbeing like relationships, security and expectations – these measures reproduce cultural biases about what constitutes a good life and inadvertently reinforce exclusion. On these measures children with disabilities are marked as “other” and in need of intervention.

Of course cultural values about disability don’t originate in rehab. They reflect societal values.

Developmental psychology is largely responsible for the concept of the “normal child.” Bodies which can’t be fixed through surgery, therapy or medications fall outside the limits of normal development and bear the stigma of pathology.

New parents are a good barometer of mainstream ideas about disability. Many parents of infants with disabilities come to rehab with high hopes that surgery, drugs and intense physio will cure their child – or dramatically reduce differences – and the willingness to “do whatever it takes.”

Because of the value placed on normality, parents – particularly mothers – find themselves caught between pushing for intervention and defending their child’s worth. They are put in the paradoxical position of saying to their child “I love you as you are” and “I would do anything to change you.”

When parents have unrealistic expectations, rehab therapists struggle with how to support these families while not destroying their hope.

Walking is an example of a rehab goal that is a taken-for-granted good in children’s rehab. Intense walking training is built into the system in a way that largely precludes parent decision-making about whether or not to have treatment. In Canada, preschool children routinely receive intensive publicly funded standing and walking therapy two to three times per week. Use of walkers and powered wheelchairs may be discouraged until other options have been exhausted. Many parents seek out additional private therapies – often at great monetary and time costs.

The focus on walking (from formal therapy to home and community programs to conductive education camp) can fill up days – leaving children little time to just be kids.

Because their bodies have been identified as in need of fixing, children themselves come to understand that they fall outside an accepted norm. In our culture, in addition to conveying mobility, walking and “standing on your own two feet” symbolize a whole set of moral virtues – including dignity and autonomy. The drive to walk can create an overfocus on bodies and therapy.

And even with intense therapy, some children won’t ever become walkers or will use wheelchairs to get around some or all of the time. (As they age, we are better able to predict the walking abilities of children.)

Studies with self-reports from children show they are keenly aware of how others stigmatize them. Interestingly the same studies find children don’t necessarily internalize this stigma or identify themselves as disabled. This may suggest that children are less concerned with walking and more concerned with being able to get around.

A study of adult wheelchair-users revealed a distinction between the way they viewed their wheelchair positively as children, and the negative views their parents held of the wheelchair. Many stopped associating “not walking” with a medical condition. Wheeling became a normal mode of movement. This shift in attitude helped wheelchair users gain a positive identity and achieve life goals in spite of the stigma attached to wheelchair use.

In my own research with children with cerebral palsy, children were conflicted and ambivalent about the value of walking. When choosing whether to walk, crawl or wheel, they considered the amount of energy needed, the activity, the environment and their preferences. They resisted negative views of disability by expressing pride in the speed, colour or features of their devices and in identifying themselves as wheelchair users.

However, children over the age of 11 expressed that it was important to be identified among peers as “someone who can walk.” These findings help demonstrate how children are socialized to divide the world into walkers and non-walkers. They learn a dominant message, reinforced by years of rehabilitation, that non-walking and non-walkers are problems to be fixed.

Promoting acceptance of diversity and difference are given short shrift in rehab compared to the amount of time, energy and money spent on achieving, or moving closer to “normal:” normal bodies, normal behaviours, normal movement, normal activities.

There is positive change in the way the rehab world views intervention. The introduction of the World Health Organization’s International Classification of Functioning, Disability and Health puts the rehab focus on social participation rather than fixing bodies, and acknowledges that function results from many influences.

But the politics of disability are still largely absent in rehab talk.

This is where cross-pollination between rehab professionals and disability studies researchers is invaluable. Rehab researchers who are immersed in disability studies (like me!) are in a unique position to challenge rehab assumptions from within. We need to encourage our colleagues to think differently. And rehab professionals have a wealth of knowledge and experience to help children reach their full potential – knowledge that isn't always recognized or appreciated in the disability studies community.

Barbara Gibson is an associate professor in the Department of Physical Therapy at the University of Toronto, and a senior scientist in the Bloorview Research Institute.

You can't not be moved by this


Thanks for the link Cheryl!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Rx: Take 'The Spoons' and stir

















Last weekend my younger brother Andrew (left) was in town. He bought my older brother Ian (centre) and me tickets to see one of his favourite bands from university days -- The Spoons.

My kids couldn't believe it when I announced that I was going to see a live band. I never do anything cool and I never stay out late.

Off we went to The Revival Bar in a trendy part of Toronto's little Italy: I'm 48, my younger brother is 45 and Ian is 51. We could hardly be called hipsters. It was Friday night and I was in my usual end-of-week stress state (when worries about my son with disabilities tend to blossom).

The Revival was a massive hall where the sold-out crowd stood shoulder to shoulder. We got there early and snagged the only table in the room (see above).

I couldn't remember the Spoons, who were big in Canada in the 80s, and one of my daughters says I can't dance. So I had doubts about how things were going to go.

Two hours later the place was packed. I was pressed up against our lone table, bopping up and down on the spot, so as not to knock the women behind us: they'd clambered up on the built-in bench we were sitting on to dance. The room was electric with diehard Spoons fans -- about the same age as us or older.

The band was brilliant. The lead singer rocked. I remembered many songs. I felt young again, like I was back at university, watching a band at the pub. I sipped my brother's rum and coke -- "I haven't had one of those for years," I said. The thoughts and worries that had ruled my mind dissipated. I clapped, I screamed, I hollered till my throat hurt. My older brother removed his hearing aid and put in an ear plug, while my younger brother placed his hands over his ears.

I was part of the deafening noise that brought the band back for an encore.

My brothers dropped me off at home, buoyant.

My first thought wasn't -- "I'm so exhausted, I must get some sleep" -- but "Let's look up The Spoons online" and "Wait till my kids hear that I made it past midnight!" I grabbed a big chocolate bar from one of my daughter's fundraising boxes and settled in at the computer.

I was surprised at how relaxed I felt, how refreshed. I remembered Donna Thomson, author of The Four Walls of My Freedom, talking about the value of dance for relieving stress. She told me she takes a Zumba class most days for that reason.

I've never had a good answer when other parents of kids with disabilities ask me what I do for stress. Now I have one.

I made a mental note: I must do this again. Soon.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Family devotion


A Chinese grandmother carries her granddaughter, who can't walk, on her back -- two hours to school, and two hours back -- everyday. Humbling!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Our diamond in the sky

















By Louise Kinross

Tender and fierce.

That's how Sandi Cox (right), former chief nurse executive at Holland Bloorview, was remembered today at a celebration of her life.

I imagine most staff and families here have their own very personal stories of the ways in which Sandi embodied strength and vulnerability.

I remember seeing Sandi in the old cafeteria at the MacMillan site when I first lost my hair to alopecia 10 years ago. She had lived and thrived with scars from a gas explosion she was burned in years earlier and I wanted to know how I could get to a point of not hating my head -- which made me feel exposed and vulnerable.  

I was fine with other people's differences. Just not my own!

I sat down beside Sandi and I sobbed.

I don't remember what we talked about, or what advice she gave me, but Sandi was my role model: if Sandi could look and feel beautiful with scars, I could do the same without hair.

Sandi had amazing energy. One day we were working on a mini-documentary called A Day in the Life of Bloorview. It focused on our youngest inpatients with the most complex challenges. Sandi came to life when asked to explain the holistic nature of our hospital program. She conveyed the wonder and value of each child's life and how staff and volunteers worked with families to make their days rich. Sandi exuded Holland Bloorview's vision of possibility. You couldn't be around Sandi and not feel like you were floating on ideas and opportunities.

It was months after I developed alopecia that Sandi came to tell me she was diagnosed with breast cancer. I remember the big hug we gave each other. Somehow Sandi managed to continue working while going through her treatment. I'll never forget the day she popped by to show me the meticulous handiwork of the surgeon who had sewn up her incision so precisely. She was so proud.

Sandi was unstoppable. No matter what life threw at her, she always found a way around. That's where the fierce, determined and creative part of her personality came in.

I knew that Sandi's cancer had come back, but a part of me expected that she was invincible.

At the service, the minister spoke of Sandi's inner light, which never dimmed.

I shook the hand of one of her sons. "Your mom was my role model," I said.

He smiled. "She was quite a woman," he said.

I drove back to the hospital. It was raining. Rihanna's Diamonds in the Sky came on. Yes, I thought: "Shine bright like a diamond." I cranked it up and thought of Sandi. 

Women changing the world

Monday, December 3, 2012

Making the sea accessible


A Greek man who became disabled as a result of an accident inspired Seatrac -- a device that allows him to get into the water on his own.

A great way to mark International Day of Persons with Disabilities today, which is about removing barriers. The World Health Organization reports that 15 per cent of the world's population -- or one billion people -- live with disabilities.