Delayed?

The old-fashioned term for a disability involving a low IQ used to be mental retardation. But that has connotations and is no longer allowed because it is a demeaning term. What we are left with today is mentally challenged or developmentally delayed. But it's all the same thing, and when I say retarded, I mean no disrespect. I mean that unlike the children in Lake Wobegon, Ben's IQ is decidedly below average.

Delayed ---- retarded --- slow???

Yes, medically, physically, emotionally, academically.

Persons with Down's are delayed  in almost every sense of that word, which is why I labeled this post WHAT, ME HURRY?  Ben's immune system is slow to mount in response to microorganisms. Ben may get sick with the same thing everyone else in the family has, but he will manifest symptoms later than any of us and usually be sicker, since his body is slow to register that something invaded and therefore slow to respond and by the time he responds his system has taken a serious hit. Ben is slow to register pain, if hit, burned or otherwise 'assaulted' by something that does not feel good. It is almost like he kinda registers something, gets a frown on his face, wonders what it is and then reacts... in much the same way that cartoon characters do not get affected by gravity when running out over a cliff until they actually see that they have nothing to stand on but thin air.

Ben is also slow physically. He can take half a morning to get dressed, meticulously eyeing one sock at a time, then slowly bending down to slip the sock over the toes, straightening the sock over the heel, carefully making sure there are no folds,  then up the leg with a good meticulous long-drawn out pull all the way up to the knees, then slowly lower the leg, after which he fiddles around looking for the other sock and repeats the process. You don't want to watch this, because if you are in a hurry, his process will absolutely drive you batty. If you include his need to also put on his AFOs (leg braces) over the socks, and then insert the AFOs into the shoes, to say nothing of his carefully velcro-ing his shoes at least three times per strap before he is satisfied with the position of the straps on his shoes--- from barefoot to fully shod can easily take 20 minutes for Ben.

Ditto for drying himself after a bath, getting dressed and so forth. Nothing wrong with it, but if you are a fairly fast and more than slightly impatient person like me who carefully calculates every minute of your day to get everything done as efficiently as possible... you had best look away and let Ben do his thing, HOWEVER LONG IT TAKES, because watching the process can be enough to make a grown woman wail in despair. :)

 If you cannot take it any more and you choose to step in and predict all the disasters in the world fall over his little blonde head if he does not hurry the process .... guess what??? It helps not one iota. --- Ben's epitaph is 'HE-WHO-WILL-NOT-BE-HURRIED'.

In fact, encouraging him (or threatening him within an inch of his life) to speed up the process has the opposite effect. --- And so mom is duly humbled, gets daily lessons in mastering the art of patience, and has long since learned to leave the room with a smile.

Now, the word retarded, in broader terms simply means delayed, and I would say that in terms of Down Syndrome that term does not totally fit the bill. Yes, they are slow, but that is not all. The issue (mentally speaking) is not just one of being 'delayed', since delayed sort of indicates that sooner or later one will catch up. For example, if your flight is delayed out of Chicago, you are not usually afraid that you will never get to Denver, Colorado, rather you understand delayed to mean that you will get to Denver later than you expected to get to Denver. -- However, if a person is developmentally delayed (or if we dare use the term mentally retarded), the person is not just delayed in getting to destinations or milestones of life, but there are definitely destinations that that person will never get to.

For example, in the case of my son, who is estimated to have an IQ of 45 (on the low side for Down's, but not on the extremely low side), abstractions are beyond him. For example, we can work from now till the cows come home, but he will never be able to grasp basic algebra. [At this point if I am having a conversation with another person I am often told by my conversational partner that he or she does not get algebra either, but I would maintain that that is a different story. Part of my job where I work does sometimes involve teaching college algebra to persons who plan on graduating from college, and I have yet to meet one person (of college material) who cannot get through college algebra]. In contrast, my son cannot even begin to grasp what x is or why we are looking for x. He is pretty much stuck somewhere back in the very concrete concepts of 2nd grade reading and math, unable to carry the 10s, but able to punch numbers on a calculator to assist him where his powers of abstraction fail him.

To say that he is developmentally delayed is, as I am suggesting, highly inadequate. He is equipped with less IQ points BY DESIGN, from conception, and he ain't ever gonna fully catch up. For example, while he is mentally about 8 years old, I cannot ask him hypothetical questions like "Ben, if you could ______________ ?" The subjunctive "if you could' is completely lost on him whereas most typical 8 year olds are already capable of that abstraction.  With Ben, the term 'if you....' never works. So we struggle, for example, to teach him about strangers, whether you go with them when they ask, where they are allowed to touch you. In school they try to teach safety by teaching the kids in special ed "circles" of family at home, of extended family, of friends, of people we know, of strangers. Each circle teaches what mom and dad can do to you, what strangers can and cannot do to you, but Ben cannot get the abstractions of any of those circles and what the different persons are allowed to do or not do to him. He does not understand why we do not give the technician at the optical store a hug after he adjusts our glasses,  or why we don't stand at the side of the road waiting for the school bus waving our arms and saying hi to every car that passes on the road.  HIs is a trusting, loving spirit, well-meaning, and thinking well of all. We have much to learn from that spirit, at the same time that we need to protect him from the few extremely sick people out there who would (if they could) take advantage of his willing, trusting, loving heart.

 It's not like he will in 10 years catch up to an 18 year old level of functioning. Mentally Ben functions at about 8 years of age and that is as far as he will ever get. Emotionally, emphatically and in other ways, he is more perceptive and compassionate than an 8 year old. He has a better grasp on the rules, and cares more about following them than most 8 year olds, so NO, he is not 8. He is a 17 year old boy with Down's.

So what, you may say, let him be slow. What is the big rush? Life is too speedy to start with. And I agree. I get him up plenty early in the morning for him to take as long as he likes to get himself ready, eat breakfast and go out the door at a leisurely pace, without being rushed or pushed, and it works beautifully --- most of the time.  There are just those few times where something in life requires that we hurry, and those times I do almost everything for Ben, just to get us going on time. --- And then there are those few times where hurry is necessary and Ben has to muster it, but almost can't, and those can be frustrating. Like today when we left a building down in Denver and were parked a good 5 minutes walk from the building and it was raining cats and dogs. We had no coats, no umbrella, and Ben is way beyond a size I can carry any more. He just walked at his normal leisurely pace, and by the time we got to the car, we were completely drenched.

Last when Ben's older brother Alex (aged 19) was home, when we went places, Alex, who is at a military academy and used to walking very fast everywhere, took to walking one step behind Ben and guiding him along with a flat hand against his back, the way they do in their company when they are on runs and some of their company mates are so spent they can hardly run any further. :) It's a good trick. I learned something and I have used it since when I need Ben to keep moving.

Ben is a gift. I continue taking daily lessons in patience, in sniffing the flowers along the way, in stopping to pet a dog, admire the way light interference and refraction (yes, the physicist is coming out here) in an oil spill in the parking lot.  -- Besides, what is the big hurry... there is no race. There is only right now, so take a deep breath and enjoy it!!