Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Treatment

Through the whole health care kafuffle down south - where a buncha family members live - I did not complain about Canada as a model, because on the whole it's pretty good.

When it comes to a single provider, however, it can be a struggle to get treatment options on the menu such as those for the diagnostic junkbox of autism spectrum disorder. I pay a ton of money out to therapists for my lovely child, while the main support we get comes not from the health ministry but from the ministry that also handles welfare - the provincial government doesn't want to cough up the actual amount of money required to deal with it as a medical issue, and so provides a sop via the same place that junkies go to beg for money (and hey, I'm cool with junkies getting money but I generally don't wanna hang out with them unless absolutely necessary).

This bullshit has been pulled by the tepid socialist governments I generally vote for and by the current pretend centrists. No voting for anybody who doesn't recognize autism as a health issue. FUCK YOU KEVIN FALCON. Also FUCK THE OLYMPICS of course.

Below is the most coherent picture yet drawn by the lovely daughter, who has an absurdly good memory, enjoys dictionaries,* can pun painfully, and is a pretty happy kid in any case.



*Spelling NAZI.

19 comments:

M. Bouffant said...

Just because she's too smart to let the bastards socialize her, they have to make everyone's lives more difficult, eh?

Or is that "ay?"

(and hey, I'm cool with junkies getting money but I generally don't wanna hang out with them unless absolutely necessary)

The best time to hang w/ junkies is when they've just gotten that money.

Substance McGravitas said...

In the office, no, they're in line to beg and never have the cash in hand. Not a great scene.

The lovely daughter has an excellent shot at being your average geek, which is not too far from the tree.

"Eh" is what the lovely sister says.

Another Kiwi said...

Nice drawing by the lovely daughter. It's her old man after a glass of cooking sherry isn't it?

Smut Clyde said...

enjoys dictionaries
Doesn't everyone?

fish said...

Funny, I didn't picture you with curly hair.

Unfortunately, psychiatric disorders (even the name doesn't get to be called a disease) don't get respect anywhere. Between the "snap out of it" mentality and the insurance companies knowing the costs are high and chronic, best thing to do is to pretend it isn't an issue at all.

Hey, but at least we have enough money to develop environmentally friendly bullets, so priorities and all.

mikey said...

Oh yes. And thus it shall ever be. Having a broken leg, or a broken spleen is one thing. The wise men take pictures of it, and do things to 'fix' it.

BEING broken, on the other hand, is quite the bafflement to the wise men. "Where does it hurt?" they earnestly ask. We can't tell them - "It's all just fucked up, y'know, doc. I just need to break something". They take pictures and say "Hmmm, but you know, young man, everything looks fine. You just need to buckle down". Yep. Buckle down. The grand unified solution to any non-photogenic medical problem.

Later, when you throw a barstool through a plate glass window for reasons you absolutely cannot explain, others, who are not doctors, come and take pictures of the broken window. Then they call a man to come out and fix it.

And the cycle continues, now and forever, amen...

Substance McGravitas said...

The thing about my lovely's nebulous category is that "broken" is too strong a word: there are inhibitions to her doing things but she can do them all with practice and attention, and what those inhibitions are are recognizable in both her parents. It's like she got an extra shot of what makes us us. Some people are just too human.

fish said...

Yeah that seems better and worse. Better because the outcomes can be better, worse because it is even harder to get the assistance that could make all the difference...

Substance McGravitas said...

Right. In fact she did not meet the test that got her the help in the first place: she was a little too smart and too aware to fit in the proper diagnostic category. A kind person had a thumb on the scale.

Differences on the playground are obvious now.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

The real problem is that society keeps trying to pound people into arbitrary, ususally soul-crushing categories- are their any more individualized schools that will help her capitalize on her strengths, and minimize her "deficits"?

Also, I'm really humbled to read a post in which you bare so much personal information.

Substance McGravitas said...

The real problem is that society keeps trying to pound people into arbitrary, ususally soul-crushing categories- are their any more individualized schools that will help her capitalize on her strengths, and minimize her "deficits"?

The latter is a philosophical problem: is integration better than seclusion? And that can't be answered on a broad scale as it's different for every kid, and it bumps into the fact that the dutiful parents couldn't afford some sorta private schooling anyway.

The provincial position, which I agree with without really knowing the evidence, is that integration with the standard population is a good thing. The school she's in has a very good culture and although she's often treated by her peers as an interesting bug - a sort of hobbled genius - I see very kind and human moments every day she's there. That is good.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

The provincial position, which I agree with without really knowing the evidence, is that integration with the standard population is a good thing.

Yeah, everybody has to function within a society, so integration's really the only plausible approach.

The school she's in has a very good culture and although she's often treated by her peers as an interesting bug - a sort of hobbled genius - I see very kind and human moments every day she's there. That is good.

It's amazing how decent children can be. Of course, there are exceptions, but the majority of children seem to possess a great deal of empathy.

Substance McGravitas said...

in which you bare so much personal information.

I kind of dislike doing that and I'm not sure why I did it in this case (although I was elated to see the drawing). It's much more fun to play a character on the internet who doesn't notice there's already a wang in a fresco. OR WAS IT REALLY TWO KIDNEYS?

mikey said...

Huh. I s'pose. But for me, I was just going with the explanation that Substance McGillicuddy was not the same dood as Righteous Bubba. Not really.

Although they seemed to get along with one another quite well...

fish said...

but the majority of children seem to possess a great deal of empathy.

Until they turn into feral teenagers.

fish said...

I kind of dislike doing that and I'm not sure why I did it in this case

Children screw with your head (and your heart).

Substance McGravitas said...

the majority of children seem to possess a great deal of empathy.

Depends on the time and place. As I said, the school's culture is good, we did a lotta research.

Smut Clyde said...

I have nothing helpful to contribute to this threat, but I am working very hard not to regard the younger McGravitas as a potential research subject and I would like credit for that.

Mendacious D said...

The lovely daughter has an excellent shot at being your average geek, which is not too far from the tree.

Weaponized GIFs will only be the beginning, I fear.