We Are Looking For A New Country To Call Home

After learning that #1 is autistic, I have been actively looking for support within the country. It is really difficult to get affordable therapies in the country, and the government is treating autism as another disability.

Each and every disability has its own limits, different ways to deal with it, and different kinds of education requirements. What is the use of mixing every kind of children marked as "OKU" (person with disabilities) in one class? It's catastrophic and the teacher can't handle them especially teachers who were never given intensive training!

Teachers try hard to make it work, but some of them were only given 3 days training? What's up with that?

In the end, one teacher has to handle 7-10 children and spent the time mopping the floor or bringing the children to the toilet in turn. It's just insane, I don't know what the people in the ministry is doing.

We have made a few acquaintances along the way, and we have actual people who are currently living in the UK and in the Netherlands telling us how these special needs kids are handled in those country. I pay my tax at an effective rate of 20% here but I receive zero benefit from it. My money is used to buy expensive cars for the Road Transport Department, and to make the politicians fatter.

I am willing to pay 35%-45% in the Netherlands if I can receive all the help I can from the Government.

Also, even if I can afford to pay for the best therapies in Malaysia, the opportunity for inclusive classes will be very minimal.

In the UK:

A friend of mine who also possess autistic #1 is moving to Nottingham this month. I am so happy for them, and at the same time my wish to move away is growing stronger. More than ever before.

I am also trying to see whether I can go to further my studies and work from there, since I work remotely anyway. I can work from anywhere.

Yesterday, a person who is very active in the autism community (and an autism parent too) who I respect so much, happened to post this status on Facebook.

"Interview semalam amat menyeramkan. Bikin saya berfikir panjang tentang pendidikan di negara kita dan juga kemenjadian guru."

Means, "Yesterday's interview was scary. It made me think long about education in our country and also teacherhood".

One of her current responsibility is interviewing teachers for a new project.

Coming from her, it was like a huge confirmation to what I have been feeling for the last few years. We need to get out of this country. This country can't provide us what we need.

Hey, before you start typing that comment I just want you to know that I love this incredibly beautiful land called Malaysia. I hate the administration, the defunct royalty, and the education system. I don't have any hope of it becoming any better soon and time is running out for my son.

So, anyone in UK or Netherlands need an experienced Linux Engineer or a research assistant?

- Abah

Jumper Cable

We had a follow up appointment with the immunologist at Gleneagles medical center in KL on Thursday. For #2.

Foreseeing that there will no vacant car park at the parking building, I drop Mama and the kids at the clinical building lobby and parked the car.

The appointment went on as usual, and we are to return in a month.

Since there is no easy way for me to get the car back to the lobby we had to walk to the car in the hot sun. I should've brought along an umbrella.

#1 was insisting to go into the pharmacy where there are junk food, but I said no and he was sulking all the way to the car park. I felt terrible and frustrated as usual as he doesn't understand that we need to go quickly.

The car park payment machine did not accept my bank notes, so I had to go to the counter which was fortunately located just next to the machine.

All of a sudden, an old man with white hair greeted me and said, "Dik, saya ada masalah nak mintak tolong. Kereta tak boleh start, jumper cable ada". Translated, that means, "Bro, I have a problem and I need your help. I can't get my car to start and I have jumper cables".

I was already in a frustrated and stressed situation because

1. It was scorching hot
2. #1 is sulking and refused to hold my hand to the car (it's dangerous and he is oblivious to danger, remember?) 
3. #2 has just recovered from his terrible eczema and infection so it's far from good being held so long in the hot sun

It was really amazing (annoying?) since I was already wearing my stressed and angry face before he even said anything to me. Most probably because he saw that I am Malay. I've seen so many other people passed by before that. Well, at least that's what I think since it's really hard for me to look around while trying to get #1 to cooperate and let me lead him to walk safely.

I looked at Mama and she said, "We're already running late". That's it and I hope the "bro" get it. I didn't even say a word.

The thing is if I was alone, I would have helped. The heat doesn't really bother me that much. I was hungry because I didn't have breakfast and hadn't had lunch yet at almost 4pm, but I would still have helped him. It's my family that I care so much about, I don't want them to starve while waiting for me to help someone I don't know.

I am not sure why but I kept on thinking that the "bro" can't see, or just don't care that I have two little boys in the scorching heat, coming out from a hospital? Can't he start his question asking whether we are in a hurry.

Mama's theory is that the bro never really had any experience with kids, like most fathers of the old times where the mother handles everything.

I don't know.

Just don't judge me. I had to work late at night, wake up hungry and do stuff for my kids. That's just who I am. Also I think I don't have to explain my difficulties to someone random on the street, just because I can't help them.

Come to think of it every time my car battery dies I just called auto assist and they send me a new battery. I have a few close friends living nearby, just that I don't want to trouble them. That doesn't mean that I wouldn't help if they ask. That's just me.

Next visit, I think I will pick up the car myself and drive towards the main entrance to pick up the family at the lobby. That's a good plan.

- Abah

God Doesn't Give You More Than You Can Handle!

The title of this post.

I just read an article from Autism Daddy written in June 2011, and he have just re-shared it on Facebook.

God doesn't give more than you can handle!

I have heard this oh so many times. As a Muslim, I have to believe in this statement and be peace with it.

Yes, I really want to believe in it although I am not sure whether it's entirely true especially seeing so many daddies run away after they had a child with autism. Leaving the mother to take care of the child on her own. It is heartless. Half of the genetic code comes from you, jerk!

In a playground earlier today, I overheard an elderly man talking about something but I captured a phrase quite clearly, "we're human too", while puffing a kretek cigarette at the playground 3-meters from children playing there. I hate people who does this.

As humans, we sometimes yell to #1. Especially me.

We realize we're humans. Reading about it and hearing about it from other people that they sometimes yell to their autistic kid somehow makes it feel better, just for a while.

Why, because we know sometimes he can't help doing he does. We know he doesn't understand the basic concepts of life. We know he doesn't understand action and consequences. We know he doesn't understand why what he is doing annoys us, or what actually annoys us.

Because #1 is not severe, we forget all the time that he is autistic and as parents we expect him to be better. We forget, son. Not that we don't love you. We're just human. We're sorry.

The guilt sometimes consumes me. I feel guilty yelling, I feel guilty taking a break by watching movies with your mom, I feel guilty not being able to respond to you while I am working at home and you have no clue what I am doing.

We aren't superhuman and we aren't perfect. What we are doing is try to take care of you and provide the best for you as much as we can.

Do I know why God gives this to us to handle? We don't. All we know that God always has God's own reasons...

- Abah