Imagine my relief, when I blurted this line out, and Y, a wonderful therapist whom I greatly respect and adore, echoed my sentiments and told me that she could totally understand.
“I used to get so frustrated with normal kids as well”, she said. “I’d look at them and think – you have everything you’ll ever need and yet you are not cherishing it. There are kids who have so little, born disabled… and yet they are trying so hard” (I almost started tearing when I heard her say that).
“Yes! I felt that way even before I came here, and now I feel that even more strongly.”
R, who was nearby, also agreed, saying that once you’ve gotten a taste of therapeutic work, it’s hard to go back to whatever we were doing, because it will naturally seem so much more meaningless (he was from the corporate world, imagine that!).
And indeed, I do feel that most of the things I’ve done before has been pretty meaningless. Not all, but most.
Because when you’ve seen how a non-verbal person can communicate through singing and smiling, when you’ve seen a so-called intellectually disabled young woman reach out and give you a high-five in the middle of our drumming improvisation, when you’ve felt the hands of a 4-year old with autism stretch out and hold your arm and bring your fingers to the piano, laughing as she plays the piano through your hands, and then reach out to touch your hair and say your name in a loud clear voice… How can one go back?
How can I go back to the system where days are spent rushing through syllabus, where fancy lesson packages are prepared with no time to carry them out, where obedience and silence are order of the day, where countless events and excursions and enrichment activities are carried out not because they are truly beneficial, but because KPIs need to be met, because portfolios need to be beefed up, because people need to look good on paper.
I just want to pull my hair in despair when I think about it.
As much as I am living in the present and getting the most I can out of this amazing experience, I know that this too shall pass. And then… what?
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OMGOSHHHHHHHHHH you speak my mind! I feel that I have entered teaching to spend my life doing something meaningful. But…I noticed how incredibly meaningless many of the things in the school are! It’s shameful that we still continue to paint a rosy picture of our educational system when it actually fact, it is nothing but a facade… a white-washed tomb filled with decaying bones.