In one moment, they will be subjected to a gift most humans never receive in a lifetime. For one penny, they will be able to look into the future.
The time is now, the place New York City and the burning issue at hand the imminent residential and educational future of a single young man who happens to have autism. This day begins like all others lately: with email.
Jill to Uncle Rob: “Thanks for stepping up but there is no way we can go Monday in fact we’lll have to rent a car - school says it’s an overnight, so whenever we do go, we’ll drive up, stay locally, see alex again in the morning and then return home … ahhhhhhhhhh maybe one day i can stop screaming on the inside.”
Maybe. Soon as Alex gets what Albany is calling a CRP clearance. At 10 a.m. the tireless NYC Department of Ed. lady CCs me a line: “I just spoke with a woman in the state who said that since Alex is getting family services through the state and his profile has not been reviewed since 2002 – they wanted to review it again. I faxed her over the recent medical and the Neuro and the Psychiatric. I asked her to please let me know if it is not enough. She is hoping that this will be resolved by today.”
From the school admissions officer herself, as lunchtime looms. “Just checking in to see if there is any update? Hopefully we will hear something today. Also wanted to see the status of his IEP amendment, if we were to get approval today and be able to admit tomorrow, the IEP should reflect tomorrows date. Let me know if there is anything I can help with!”
A few minutes later Jill calls. “They expect him there tomorrow,” she says.
I start to know how people feel as they get off the bus for the first day of basic training or before they start down the aisle: This may be the right thing or it may be the wrong thing, but it’s going to hurt no matter which. “No, it’s a conditional, Jill,” I tell her. “It says, ‘if we were to get approval…’ If. Doesn’t say they’re going to get it.”
Is this a grammatical conditional? I think I did know once.
Two people permanently enslaved by the tyranny of fear and superstition, facing the future with a kind of helpless dread.
On my lunch hour I go to the office of Alex’s neurologist, trying to straighten out the last of the prescriptions the school needs to take Alex. The doctor’s office has no record of me requesting a prescript. The nurse invites me through a back door “so we can talk privately” and it feels a little like the opening of a porno movie until I ask if she can just print a voided copy of Alex’s current prescription for the new school’s records.
She replies that the doctor will be in Tuesday and writes all my important details in pencil on some paper she then folds three times. When I get back to my office, Jill suggests the doctor fax the document directly to the school and save me another trip through the back door. Good idea.
Tick tock. Should we stay here until two-thirty?
Try again.
Should we stay in here until three o'clock?
You may never know.
Jill emails. “‘Can we leave tomorrow??’ You know. The diner, the car, Shatner. I never imagined this. Just sitting here WAITING for some entity to say anything at all … while we scramble for this or that ... no. I didn’t see that one coming.”
Me: “It has been indecided in our favor.”
I know all parents feel pressure: schools, friends, the right potential spouse. I don’t mean to sound self-involved (any more than normally) but what’s at stake here can’t be undone by a transcript or a divorce court. This school is Alex’s best shot, we think right now, for the kind of adulthood right for him, one that blends vocation and protection in the perfect measure.
The stakes here are not comfort or a park bench, but merely a better shot at no park bench for a while. Surely the universe can see we’re owed a tiny favor?
3:01 p.m.:
“Congratulations! We received word that Alex was approved for CRP Placement. We would like to bring him in tomorrow. To do so we will need the IEP completed and finalized with tomorrow’s date. We will also have you stay locally overnight. Please let me know if there are any questions!!”
A couple fewer, it now seems, that we had in recent days. Now we can get in the car and go.