Don’t all of our Scouts have special needs?
Each has an individual way of seeing things, individual talents and shortcomings, in one sense don’t all of us have some special need?
The sport of Scouting is discovering how to best deliver the promises of Scouting to Scouts with different needs. It’s not so much about “special” needs, it’s about individual needs.
When we throw quotes around “special” it’s understood we are referring to someone with a perceived deficit and requires ‘special’ assistance. Whether we write them or not those quotes are still there in our minds and attitudes because, let’s be frank, “special” people can be unsettling. If we are brutally honest with ourselves we prefer “normal”, don’t we? If we divide people into “special” and “normal” we’ve really only limited ourselves.
Let’s do something brave; let’s remove the quotes.
Let’s be courageously accepting and helpful to any child who wants to become a Scout.
Stories like the one that follows inspire me to strive to remove the quotes from my own mind and attitudes, hopefully, it will do the same for you.
Before every Troop meeting our Scouts play dodge ball. We close the gym doors and the adults sit at a picnic table outside and socialize.
Shortly after my boy joined Scouts, I heard his blood curdling screams coming from the gym. Instinctively, I bolted for the door, the father I was talking to stopped me “Hey! … It will be OK.”
I looked through the window on the door and saw my son on the floor screaming in agony. A couple of older Scouts helped him up, brushed him off, and the screaming stopped. I let go of the door, sat back down, and a couple of the other fathers smiled knowingly.
Our oldest son joined Scouts when he was almost 14. He spent some time in Webelos when he was younger but it didn’t go very well.
My son has Asperger’s (an autism spectrum disorder characterized by significant difficulties in social interaction and nonverbal communication).
Being the parent of a special needs child is not much different from “normal” parenting (if there is any such thing as normal parenting!). We observe a little more closely, listen more intensely and intervene more frequently. This can be misinterpreted as “helicoptering” but, because of the nature of their differences, our children actually do require additional management.
Over this past year in Scouts, there have been challenges but I have enjoyed tremendous, positive support from everyone involved. I’ve been at every Troop meeting, campout, and even one of the two weeks of Summer Camp. Handing over the management of your child to a youth leader or other adult for a time isn’t always easy but it is a very good thing for everyone involved.
Other parents (mostly dads) understand that the interaction between my son and theirs is mutually beneficial; it is just as important for their sons’ growth as it is for mine.
Including him in Scouting has helped my son but, having him as a part of the Troop is helping them too.
He’s not incapable, far from it; he saved the day at the last Klondike Derby since he had his own tinderbox and knew exactly what to do when it came to getting a fire lit.
I’ve intervened to help my son “regulate” (a common problem for Asperger’s children is wandering off or getting distracted). I have grown to expect his fellow Scouts to understand how to help him without my interventions – we are all getting better at that.
He is now First Class, Star is just a few steps away, and Life is easily within his reach. After going to a few Eagle Courts of Honor, he now wants to earn Eagle. The other adults tell me “if that is what he wants to do, his fellow Scouts will help him get there.”
Parenting children with special needs isn’t harder, it is just different. Scouting brings Scouts of all abilities together around twelve simple ideals; trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean, and reverent. Each is an individual, with individual “special” needs, and each finds their special path to growth.
Last fall another family with a son who shares similar differences to mine joined the troop. Once again, during a dodge ball game, we heard blood-curdling screams coming from the gym. The father of our new Scout darted for the door.
This time it was me who said “Hey … look through the window and make sure he’s safe, but then come sit down. It will be OK”.
He stood there until the screams stopped, let go of the door, sat back down, and I gave him the same knowing smile that reassured me last year.
It really will be ok.