Jun 20, 2008

Reactive Attachment Disorder

The following story was sent to me by a dear, new friend....learning to traverse the road less traveled.
Welcome to Holland"
By Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987. All rights reserved.

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.


Ginger said...

i was given this poem by Susan Tuten and many others after Emma Grace was born. Means alot I sue the analogy alot.

Glad you found this little treasure.

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Seven's Heaven said...

I wondered where I read that before. That is a wonderful story. And helps us have a small glimpse of understanding. A journey we may never take. Love you.

Donna Boucher said...

What a perfect and touching analogy.

Christine said...

I've read that before.

Think I need to tattoo it to my forehead!

Dakota Girl said...

I learned to like Holland. Benjamin is a blessing. He is the sweetest little boy, mostly good natured, smiley, he can't speak, but you know, all he exudes is love and feels love. It's pretty awesome. I know I don't always radiate love, but he does, and I'm grateful.