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A Better Tomorrow

Now That We Know Better, Let’s Do Better!

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BY SIMONE SMITH 

Happy New Year Toronto Caribbean Family! I am happy that many of you have had the opportunity to celebrate this New Year! For those who have lost loved ones, or for those who did not have the best 2015, know that each day is a new day. Life is a circle; if you remember that, you will be cautious of the choices that you make.

The last part 2015, I spent a great deal of time discussing Persuasive Development Disorders. Some of the topics covered included: Understanding Behavior, Developing Communication Skills, Teaching Play and Social Skills, Toilet Training, Reinforcement, Teaching Social Communication, Learning how to Play and Playing to Learn. Whenever you do get an opportunity to learn something new, take that chance. Having the ability to take this Autism workshop, opened my eyes to the difficulties that many parents here in Toronto are having when searching for support. For many, Autism is something that is meant to be hidden; it is kept secret because parents are unsure of how to provide support to their child and many feel embarrassed. I hope this series has demystified what Autism is and we as a community can begin to help these families who are in desperate need of support.

As many of you know, I was invited to a workshop that was being put on by Erin Oaks Kids, a center dedicated to the treatment and development of children diagnosed with Autism. It was a ten week workshop that had cycles occurring during the summer and fall months. I encourage parents to look for workshops in your community that can help answer some of your questions. There is no shame in asking questions; the shame comes in not asking questions and suffering in silence. Once you understand why an issue is occurring, you are better able to deal with it.

Today I want to introduce some resources for my parents who still have some questions about Autism and other Persuasive Development Disorders. Applied Behavior Analysis, is a service that is offered to help children establish, enhance and maintain socially important behaviors in the areas of:

  • Social/ Interpersonal Skills (Group Sessions)
  • Communication (One on One Sessions and Group Sessions)
  • Behavior management and emotional regulation (One on One Sessions or Group Sessions)
  • Daily living (One on One Sessions)

ABA programs are usually offered two to four hours a week for a period of two to six months. Family involvement is very important to your child’s progress. Enrolling your child in an ABA program will not only help your child, but it will allow parents to work side by side with a therapist. Therapists will help parents learn new strategies to help their child meet his or her goals.

Additional support includes consulting with a speech-language pathologist, occupational therapist, service navigator and a social worker. Speech-language pathologists not only help people who stutter or have a lisp, they are highly educated professionals who study: neuroanatomy, genetics, human and language development, linguistics, psychology and acoustics. Their goal is to help your child become more socially independent by helping them learn to speak and present themselves confidently.

Occupational therapists have an important role; they help people of all ages to improve their ability to perform daily tasks in their daily living and working environments. The majority of their work is with individuals who have conditions that are mentally, physically, developmentally, socially or emotionally disabling.

A service navigator can help families with questions and concerns about how to access services provided by health and social service systems here in Toronto. They provide portals for families to resolve their concerns and connect families with health and social service providers that address concerns. They do not have any decision making authority, but can provide information.

Finally, a social worker is one of the greatest resources a family can have. They not only diagnose and treat mental, behavioral and emotional disorders, they also provide family therapy. Therapy usually involves assessing a client’s history and situation to understand their needs and then develop a treatment plan that is suited for that client. Social workers usually work very closely with the client’s doctor and other health care physicians. They will encourage their clients to discuss their emotions and experiences to develop a better understanding of themselves and their relationships.

I hope that this series has been helpful. If there are any topics that you would like to see me cover, please send me an email and I will be sure to research any information and provide you with honest, authentic information that is aimed at making life easier for you. Thank you for following this series; take all that you have learned and apply where it is necessary in your life.

 

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A Better Tomorrow

A personal search for meaning; a perspective on pain and pain expressed

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BY SIMONE J. SMITH

Every now and then, I segway to give my readers perspective on the reason why I have been writing this story for over two years in the Toronto Caribbean Newspaper.

For those who don’t know, the title of my column is called, “A Better Tomorrow.” I initially started to write this as a medium of inspiration; I wanted readers to know that even in the darkest of times, there is always a way to make tomorrow better.

I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the book, “Man’s Search for Meaning.” Psychiatrist and Neurologist Viktor Frankl (1905-1997) wrote about his ordeal as a concentration camp inmate during the Second World War. What he observed was that those who survived longest in concentration camps were not those who were physically strong, but those who retained a sense of control over their environment.

I bring this incredibly poignant novel up, because for many of us, the last few years also allowed us to observe the intricacies of societal behaviour. It was rough for us: families being separated, lockdowns, and businesses closing down. Of course then there were the countless deaths of loved ones, fear of sickness, mainstream media and governmental forces propagating messages of despair that kept us all in our heads, and out of our hearts.

What Panama did was prepare me for this pandemic. I know what it feels like to feel helpless, afraid, unsure of what the next day will bring. The pandemic was on a macro scale, but this experience became macro for me.

All throughout this, all I could do was hope for, “A Better Tomorrow.” I turned my pain into words, and shared these words with all of you. I also learned that all of us have ways that we share our pain with the world. It is not always an artistic beautiful expression; sometimes it comes out as anger, rage, abuse; all human beings, to some degree or another, develop ways of dealing with pain very early on. It is an innate capacity we utilize to adapt and survive this world. It is how we protect our psyche, and our emotions.

Our nature is very similar to plants; we shape ourselves and adapt to our environment. Those that adapt to their environment survive; they twist, torque, and reach in order to get the sunlight and nutrients needed. This can be difficult if you are a plant amongst weeds: there is so much more reaching that you have to do, and it is tiring. It takes something special to move you forward; something that reminds you that what you want in life is not impossible to get.

This is why I share my story. I do it to let readers into my world; have them experience my pain with me, and work with me through my recovery. We all have difficult circumstances in life, and there are those times where giving up is easy. I want you to take a second right now and think about one of your experiences that seemed impossible to overcome, but somehow you did it.

Think about how you felt once you had dealt with the rawness of the situation.

As you are thinking about your experience, I want you to think about how it is making you feel having to think about it.

It is all perspective; regardless of what has happened to you, placing it into perspective is very important. We have to find a way to navigate the noise, see past your current situation, create ways to deal with your pain.

I have learned that sharing my story has helped others open up about their experiences, speak through their trauma and come to terms with it.

I hope you take the time to answer some of the questions I presented earlier, but now, back to the story….

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A Better Tomorrow

For the first time in a long time I felt seen; The story behind M

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BY SIMONE J. SMITH

I sat in the steam room and reflected on my meeting with M. “He is so damn short,” I said to myself. He was no more than 5’2, tiny, but he did have a nice body. There was no way that I would ever get involved with someone who was 5’2. I shook my head. This was not the point; I was here because he said that he wanted to work with me, not date me. I had to keep my head on straight, but the way he looked at me, spoke to me.

I snapped out of my thoughts and went to take a shower. After getting dressed I joined M outside. He was waiting by the door on his phone. When he saw me, this scintillating smile flashed on his face.

“Hey Sim! I thought you might be a little hungry after our workout. Let’s go grab something to eat up the street. We can talk about the work that I would like for you to do.”

I was hesitant, but I thought to myself, what is the harm? I was hungry, and if he was buying, I would let him.

“Sure why not! You owe me after nearly killing me out there.”

M laughed and took my bag from me. “Let’s go Sim!”

He waved at the staff and we headed out.

We found a restaurant up the street, not too far from the gym. After we had been seated, the discussions just happened. We talked about everything. Family, where he was born, children. We had a lot in common, especially our love for Detroit. He had been born and raised there, and I had lived in Windsor on and off for 10 years. Some of my fondest memories were those years in Windsor, going to Detroit, working in Detroit, learning in Detroit.

Before I knew it, we had been talking for about three hours. I was four beers in and stuffed from my fish and chips. I looked at the time.

“What are your plans for tomorrow Sim,” M asked?

“Well, I am on my grind right now. I have had a rough few months, and I am trying to get my footing back. This is why we are here; you shared that you want me to help you with your work?”

“Well before we go there,” M replied, “Tell me what has been going on lately?”

I looked down and fought back tears. I wasn’t ready to speak on my recent calamities.

“Sim, it’s okay. Trust me! I have gone through a lot the last few years, and I know what it is like to shut down. Talk to me; sometimes you just have to get it out.”

His invitation to share moved me; I looked up at him and he was sitting there, looking at me. His calmness opened me like a flower, and I started to speak. I told him everything about Panama, my relationship with D, how badly things had been going in my relationship. Once the floodgates were open I couldn’t stop talking. After another hour I finally relented. I sat there quietly, mentally kicking myself for over-sharing.

“Sim,” M said after a few moments of silence. “We are more alike than you think. You see, there is a reason why I reached out to you. You are a beautiful soul, and it is hard to find people to relate to.”

M then started to share his story with me. He also had been in prison, and charged for the same things that I had been accused of. I listened keenly as he told me the experience, soaking up the fact that someone else got me, and understood what I had been going through. The shame. The need to hate myself for what I had done, the pain I had caused my parents, finally someone innerstood me.

We talked until the restaurant closed. It had to be one of the most impactful nights for me since I had gotten out of Panama. I felt seen.

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A Better Tomorrow

Things were about to get interesting, and not in a good way; The story behind M

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BY SIMONE J. SMITH

I will never forget the first time that I met M. He had asked me to meet him at a gym that he was training at down in the North York area. I remember being excited getting ready to go down there. I wasn’t sure why, but when I looked at the picture on LinkedIn, I was quickly made aware.

That skin…

Those lips…

Famous last words; shake my head.

When I arrived at the gym, I parked the car, and gave him a call as he had instructed.

“I’m here!”

“Amazing! I am coming out to get you. Are you dressed to work out?”

It wasn’t until right then that I realized that he had an accent. Was he American? Something about the slight twang in his voice made me nostalgic.

“I am dressed. I am coming in. Do I have to say anything to the person at the front desk?”

“Nah! I am coming out to get you.”

I turned off the car and grabbed my gym bag. Naturally, I had put on my tightest pair of tights, and one of my favourite crop tops. Not exactly a workout outfit, but I had no problem getting sweaty in this.

I made my way towards the door, opened it up, and stepped inside.

The gym was buzzing with noise; weights clanging, music playing, people chatting loudly. I looked around for M, but didn’t see him.

“Hey Simone!”

I turned around and standing in front of me was that handsome face, the beautiful skin, and those big, beautiful lips, on the shortest man I had ever seen. I tried not to make a face, but I don’t know if I held my surprise. The picture on LinkedIn must have been taken from a low angle, because he did not look short in the picture. He could not be more than 4’2. He actually was 4’2. Imagine how it looked with me standing in front of him at 5’9.

“Hey Simone!”

I realized that I had not responded.

“Hello M. Nice to meet you.” I couldn’t stop staring at the top of his head.

“You ready for a workout. I want to show you what I can do for you, and maybe you can help me. You are here to help aren’t you,” he said with a smirk?

I had to laugh. “Direct me to the change room, and I will be right out to help you help me.”

“Head to the back of the gym. The women’s locker room is on the left-hand side. I will be waiting for you.”

I made my way back smiling to myself. What was this little man going to show me? I was pretty athletic and had been working out for a few years. As I changed my clothes, I reflected on the fact that I had assumed he was tall. That was my own fault. I couldn’t blame him for his height. Plus, this was business. Nothing else. I looked in the mirror; “Alright Simone. Let’s do this.”

OMG!

The workout with M nearly killed me. He showed me a few simple things, and honestly it nearly killed me. After 45 minutes he had me sweating and on the floor.

“Wow M! That was amazing. I was here thinking that I was in shape. You definitely showed me,” I said laughing.

“Hey, don’t let my size fool you. I have made bigger men than you cry after working out with me. Go ahead and shower up. Let’s grab something to eat. Put some fuel in your body.”

“Nothing would be better.” M helped me off the floor and I headed back into the change room to get ready.

Well, that was certainly interesting. He had completely caught me off guard. That would not be the first or last time M did that.

Things were about to get interesting, and not in a good way…

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