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| Brancaster Staithe, Norfolk, December 2014 |
Travelling abroad with a disability
I was recently in touch with my friend and colleague
Lisa in New Zealand. I was asking her about her experiences and ideas, and any
opportunities she knew, for assisting our young clients to travel abroad.
One of my conductive interests at the moment is
assisting a young Master’s graduate to organise a trip abroad. She wants to
experience what many of her friends have experienced in their gap-years, but
needs assistance to do so. She does not need a lot of physical assistance, she
has been living alone for many of her university years, but she has never
travelled alone andshe needs someone there, just in case. This someone should
not be one of her family; the whole point of making this journey is to do it
alone. Even if there is someone looking on from the wings this should not be
Mum or big sister.
I have asked another two colleagues, in England and
the USA, and it looks like we will very soon have worked out a few
opportunities for travel for this Master’s graduate over the next few years!
When I looked at my messages from Lisa a while after
we communicated I discovered this
–
Julia Hartshorne is beginning a ‘pilot scheme where
a disabled youngster will be able to live abroad in the kind of programme
available to non-disabled students’.
‘As a high school
student Ms Hartshorne, who has mild cerebral palsy, spent a year in the US
under the international AFS programme. She was turned down twice because of her
disability, but her determination saw her become the first disabled Kiwi
student to live overseas with that scheme’.
When I read this
I thought “Now, this rings a bell”, and immediately sent this link to my friend
and client, Frida Adriana Martins who I had helped fifteen years ago to fulfil
her own dream of spending a year in high school in Canada. She was turned down
many times and eventually we managed to find a way to organise it all
privately.
Yesterday I was
lucky to meet Frida for tea at the railway station. She is on a flying visit
and I had two hours spare between my day’s four appointments. We discussed this
newspaper article that I had received from Lisa, and Frida told me how much her
time in Canada still meant to her and how it had paved the way for her further
adventures. She then asked me whether I would like her to write it down. Of
course I wanted her to write it down – and she did so, almost immediately.
It always
astonishes me how so many sort of connected things happen in the space of such
a short time in different parts of the country and the world. I am ever
grateful to Cyberspace for giving me the chance to link up with so many people
and make more connections that will help people make their own plans for their
future like the young Master’s graduate is now able to. I am also grateful to
Frida Adriana Martins for sharing her own very personal story, and here it is –
How much sway-room do you
have?
Frida Adriana Martins
Fifteen, almost sixteen years have passed since I
entered Canada as a (disabled) exchange student. I liked the country and its
people so much back then; I wanted to move there permanently. Life and
immigration rules had different plans though. Today Canada is kind of far away
from me both physically and mentally – but some aspects of it will stick with
me all my life and they are indeed worth a whole article.
My road to the Rocky Mountains was, indeed, kind of
rocky. I have cerebral palsy and -what was not known back then – high-functioning
autism. In my (mild) case this means that I walk as if I were drunk and process
visual, acoustic and social stimuli differently. The problem is that you need
to see me in person to get a realistic picture of the condition in everyday
life. Both autism and cerebral palsy have a broad spectrum of faces. I can't be
compared to Rain Man or the guy in My Left Foot. (I wonder who can)
Since student exchange offices all across Germany did
not exactly see me in person, they thought I might be a living liability
problem and therefore decided that I could not join their programmes.
The situation was eventually solved by means of a
family who contacted me and volunteered to host me on a private basis. They had
their own children with cerebral palsy and had some idea how my daily life
worked.
Recently, I have come across similar issues to those that
I had with the student exchange offices while job hunting – companies who don't
know me don't hire me, because of the disability. Thus, I focus on addressing
people who know me and my strengths and weaknesses, people who have a realistic
image of how I can make myself useful at work.
Some student exchange providers generously offered a
placement in the USA because they had some limited experience of bringing blind
people there... ‘But well, people, are you deaf? When I say Canada, I mean
Canada. If I say grapefruit at the store, I don't mean grapes either.’
This experience has, in the long term, taught me to
not let people talk me into something else just because it is more comfy. For
instance, my university offers me extension after extension for assignments,
but in fact I need a different work structure from other people’s in order to
succeed, not extensions. So I fight for it. In my film classes, it has
meanwhile become acceptable for me to submit a cartoon rather than a lengthy
essay, as long as it conveys the same contents as the written text would. I am
still trying to get permission for a solution in my major, Gender Studies.
My travels have taught me to articulate my needs clearly,
but also to negotiate them if there is absolutely no other solution.
As Canadian singer Avril Lavigne would put it: ‘Why do
you keep on making things so complicated?’ I have always experienced Germans as
complicating everything, and rapidly learned to appreciate the straightforward,
clear statements of most Canadians I met. Of course there are always such
people, but Canada showed me I can do so much more if I get clear instructions.
Whenever a German now asks me ‘Can I ask you a question’, I give the reply that
I often got in Canada: ‘Ask your question and move on.’
Cities like Calgary, where I lived in Canada, also
seem very geometrical and well-organized to me. This fact made me more
conscious about what kind of organization I need in my immediate surroundings
because of my autism.
Western Canada and especially Winnipeg was built up by
Icelandic immigrants. Even though I did not meet them, or their historical
documents, during the student exchange year, two subsequent visits to Canada
brought me in touch with the Western Icelanders (Canadians of Icelandic
descent), so I started wanting to learn their language and to see their old
country.
In 2004, I promised them that I would return to Canada
soon after a trip to Iceland and tell them all about it. I never did. Iceland
turned out to fascinate me way more than Canada and has become my second home
ever since. I am currently staying in Reykjavik as a foreign student of the
University of Iceland. I experience the people in this small country as
extremely straightforward – and chaotic. That seems like a contradiction to my
previously cited need for organization, but it is not. Icelanders often do not
plan anything that leaves room to improvise according to the needs of the here
and now. I never planned for the strange
snow piles that a snow plough gone mad leaves in the middle of the road in
Reykjavik– but my conductor Susie had the best idea to cope with them: trekking
sticks. I also use them during the summer now, which makes me less tired.
I guess that I am walking through my life now with a
healthy cocktail of German accuracy, Canadian clarity and Icelandic improvisation.
Interestingly, the Icelandic language is related to both very old German and
very old English. The word "svigrúm" is pronounced similarly to
"sway room" and it means scope.
In communicating with me, you have to treat me like
everyone else but with some minor special adjustments, give a little leeway.
Dear new friends and potential employers, how much
sway-room do you have?
February 2015
