Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Hammers

Yesterday was a pretty emotional day for me but I kept it together for most of the day. I mean, realize, that I was witnessing something pretty huge. After the first day of training, about training and about the curriculum, yesterday was about the various teams coming together to practice and then get up in front of us all and teach. People with disabilities are not immune to the nerves. You could feel tension crackling in the air as they gathered together in various parts of the hotel to practice and to giggle away nerves.

At one point I was rolling by a group and one of the teachers (a person with and intellectual disability) was saying to one of the helpers (a staff person), 'OK, if I forget the lines what I want you to do is to whisper the words to me.' He was fully in control and defining what kind of help he may need. She was listening and simply setting it up so that she could follow his instructions, his lead. All over the room that was happening. The teachers were outlining what they might need in the way of assistance.

They had seen that when Joe and I teach this together, we each have separate jobs. I am primarily the teacher, but I need Joe's assistance to remind me when I've missed something, to keep me on track, to make sure I notice who's hand is up and who is needing assistance. He plays a vital role, it's not as showy as mine, but it's a vital role. The helper is there for that reason - to make sure the teacher can focus on teaching without the worry of having to remember everything or to see everything.

So, that all took us up to lunch. Everyone ate with anticipation for what was coming next. They were going to have the experience of getting up and teaching the group. They knew, by then, that everyone wanted everyone to succeed. Of all the worries they had, they didn't have to worry about being negatively judged. We had managed that rare thing: a safe place for all to be in. In a day an a half we had transformed into something remarkable.

Then, we began.

I sat there and fought tears for nearly a full hour. I've been teaching this for years. I've been teaching staff to do this, but for the first time every, the words I'd written, the role plays I had imagined, were being set up and run by people with disabilities. I saw those who had a natural sense of humour bring the room into laughter. I saw those who had a wonderfully gentle touch when it came to engaging the group. I saw people holding on to the instruction manual and carefully getting the words out. I saw people on the edge of new creation.

We all create ourselves over the yeas, don't you agree? Time and circumstances are like little tiny chisels taken to our selves and our souls. Every now and then, though, something happens, something so big that even you hear the crack - know why they call it a broken heart, well, I'm sure it's because someone once actually heard theirs crack open. Well, I heard, the room heard, crack after crack as the situation, the circumstance, took hammer to self-doubt and as it fell away there shone confidence and there shone self assurance and, heaven be praised, there shone pride.

I witnessed change. Two days ago I realized that we were embarking on a new era in how we served people. Yesterday I saw something different. I saw the personal change that would lead us to system change. Yesterday I saw something powerful. I saw people taking hold of their own destiny. Yesterday I saw something moving. People with disabilities with a desire to teach people with disabilities about strength and about power and about pride.

Yesterday was quite the day.

As had been the day before.

I even heard, far back in the corner of my soul, a small, a tiny, hammer working away at a part of my soul and I know that is some way, as a result of that, I am about to be changed.

15 comments:

Anonymous said...

I fought tears as I read this, but I lost.

Absolutely wonderful!

Debbie (NJ)

Bubbles said...

Beautiful.....

Belinda said...

Woo hoo! I loved the imagery of the hammers cracking away. It felt like people as birds, leaving eggshells behind them and stepping out newly born in the world, spreading their wings, shaking them, trying them out. Yay Dave for instigating that!!!

joanne said...

Celebrate!

theknapper said...

What a TRULY amazing day......someone should be making a documentary about this!!!!!!

ivanova said...

WOW!

Nan said...

tears here. Bravo Dave. And thank you from the cracked open part of my heart.

tekeal said...

yes, celebrate!

Dave Hingsburger said...

Please, all, don't lay this achievement at my feet alone. This was a committed group of agencies with true vision. I want to be clear on that. I did the training but we all worked on the manual and setting up the whole process. Today they are discussing going public ... which is great so they can get a credit richly deserved.

krlr said...

This really does sound heart-soaringly fabulous. Bravo!

Anonymous said...

I love a group of out of the box thinkers. It would be cool to follow their training experiences and the emotions and effects that they have on others. I bet their results are much better than mine ever are.

Natalie

John R. said...

Tears are flowing right now.....this is an indication that there is not only hope...but there is so much more wonderful work to be done in the "new paradigm" of what it is we are doing as allies, family members and ultimately people experiencing disability....this is one of the most powerful posts I have read, Dave....thank you and pass the tissues...and while you are at it...a hammer...

Anonymous said...

Thankfully, the times are certainly changing :)

Is this sort of training one of the facets to implement the legislation recently adopted in Ontario? Or is this something that a small group took the interest in pursuing? Can others purchase the manuals, as well as teaching tapes/videos you may have?

Thanks,
Elizabeth & Andrew

wheeliecrone said...

Oh, Dave!
This is truly wonderful.
Well done, you!
Well done, them!
Hurrah!

Anonymous said...

One of the men I have worked with for 11 years died last week. His funeral service was held this week. Flowers in place, he had his best suit on, a beautiful setting, everything was carefully planned. The priest (who knew him well) spoke first, his residential staff spoke, and his day program staff who knew him for 26 years spoke. It was the end of the service when she spoke loudly and with conviction, "I would like to say something". Everyone shifted and looked at their feet, this was unexpected, yes she was his co-worker for many years, yes, she had come with the 2 van loads of his other peers to say goodbye and NO nobody could predict what she was about to say to this packed room of mourners. She made her way to the front of the podium, composed herself and said simply, “This man was my friend, he is dead now and I miss him. I hope you all will be my friends now too”. She went back to her seat.
She said it best.....
Donna