Month: June 2005

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Pokušaj kategorizacije

E sad, kako bismo Vanju upisali, treba da napravimo kategorizaciju. Niko zapravo ne zna da mi kaže tačnu proceduru. Nekakav formular treba da popuni njen pedijatar. Na sajtu Grada Beograda piše da se formular dobija u opštinskom bla-bla za društvene delatnosti. Dobro, odem ja do naše opštine, i tu me dočeka iznenađenje.

Ja prvo, naravno, na šalter informacija, kažem „Dobar dan, treba mi formular za bla-bla…“, čovek na šalteru me belo gleda, kaže nisam sigurna, idite do „one plave gospođe“.

Dobrooo, ajd’ sad opet. Pitam ja „plavu gospođu“ (koja prodaje raznorazne formulare) isto. A ona meni, takođe ISTO. Blagoteleći pogled, kaže „nisam nikad čula…“ dramska pauza, ja već razmišljam šta ću „ne znam, idite u pravnu pomoć, soba 15“. Uh, blago olakšanje, oni će sigurno znati.

Ja do sobe 15, tamo nema nikog. Čekam. Posle jedno pola sata, pojavljuje se jedna gospođa. Uđemo unutra. Namoje isto pitanje, ona mi kaže „mi smo to ranije radili, a sad više ne radimo, sad ću ja da pitam“. Okreće telefon, i prvo se fino ispriča sa sagovornikom. Konačno dođe na temu. Kažu joj da zove tog i tog Okreće drugi telefon, nema nikog. Ništa ja čekam. Konačno pronalazi koga treba, i potvrđuje mi informaciju da oni to više ne rade, ali NE ZNA ko radi. Kaže mi da PROBAM u gradskom bla-bla za brigu o deci u Tiršovoj, možda oni imaju taj formular.

Eto, sutra idem do Tiršove, pa ćemo videti…

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Drugi psiholog, drugi put

E sad, pošto je Vanja već ranije dok je bila beba išla u Zavod za poremećaje govora (nisam baš sigurna da je to tačan naziv) ja sam odlučila da se vratimo tamo.

I tako ja lepo zakažem kod psihologa Jadranke Novak. Ona je jedna stvarno super žena, prepoznala me kad sam se pojavila na njenim vratima posle skoro 3 godine.

Bili mi kod nje, i ona kaže da Vanja obavezno treba da ide u vrtić, da bi naučila da se ponaša u grupi, jer je suviše dugo bila u centru pažnje. Preloži mi dva vrtića koja imaju razvojne grupe, (jedan u bloku 23. na Novom Beogradu, a drugi u Zemun Polju) i dogovorimo se da ja odem da ih vidim i da sledeći put dođem sama, da nas dve na miru napravimo test i Individualni Edukativni Program.

U međuvremenu…

Odem ja sa suprugom da vidimo dva vrtića. Prvo smo bili u Vrtiću „Pčelica“ u 23. bloku. Jako ljubazno osoblje, lepo smo popričali, proveli nas da vidimo prostorije, popričali i sa dečicom, uglavnom, moji utisci su odlični. Nakon toga, odlazimo u vrtić u Zemun Polju, i oni nas još sa hodnika (mogla bih slobodno da kažem neljubazno) ispraćaju sa izgovorom da nemaju mesta, da mogu da upišu naše podatke na listu čekanja koja je već poduža… Dobro, jednu dilemu smo rešili, nema dileme.

Dođem ja sledeći put sama, i kažu mi na kartoteci da ona nije tu, primiće me drugi psiholog. E baš nemam sreće, Jadranka u bolnici. Želimo jo brzo ozdravljenje.

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Kako do logopeda

Priča počinje odavno.

Ponavljam se, stoti put pišem jedno isto, sama sam već sebi dosadna, ali to je jednostavno stvarnost.

U Specijalnoj Bolnici za Cerebralnu Paralizu gde Vanja ide 3 puta nedeljno na fizikalnu i radnu terapiju, logopedi nikako neće da je uključe u redovan logopedski tretman.Oni imaju dva logopeda, i svaki put kad odemo kod fizijatra na kontrolu, ona na nekom internom uputu zaokruži i logopeda. Mi odemo, svaki put nadajući se da će je ovog puta primiti. Uvek ista priča, posle 10 minuta razgovora konstatacija je “nije na dovoljnom razvojnom nivou da odgovara na naloge” i to znači ništa od logopeda.

OK, prošli put, lepo se ja požalim fizijatru (Dr Ljilja Radovanović) koja je mislim i načelnik polikliničke službe i ekstra stručnjak u svojoj oblasti, i ona nas pošalje kod defektologa umesto kod logopeda.

Vidimo se mi sa defektologom i ona se složi da je primi jednom nedeljno na defektološki tretman, i posle 3-4 termina, kaže ona meni da ona misli da je njoj potrebnija pomoć logopeda, kako bi naučila da komunicira. Meni je to naravno potpuno jasno bilo još pre više od godinu dana, ali ko još sluša šta misli roditelj. Razgovor teče otprilike ovako:
Ja: Pa šta sad ja da radim kad ovde NEĆE da je prime. Jel treba da je vodim privatno kod logopeda?
Ona: A šta mislite da je odvedete u neku drugu ustanovu, u Beogradu ih ima bar 4-5 koje se time bave. Samo nemojte ovde nikome da kažete, znate, ljudi su sujetni, recite da idete na odmor.
Ja: Daaaa, naravno. (a mislim se u sebi, šta me bre briga što su sujetni, pa ja valjda tražim najbolje za svoje dete, i ako neko neće da mi to pruži, šta ja ima tu da se nekom dodvoravam).

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Celebrating Holland

Celebrating Holland – I’m Home by Cathy Anthony

Evo i nastavka…

(follow-up to the original Welcome to Holland by Emily Perl Kingsley)

I have been in Holland for over a decade now. It has become home. I have had time to catch my breath, to settle and adjust, to accept something different than I’d planned. I reflect back on those years of past when I had first landed in Holland. I remember clearly my shock, my fear, my anger, the pain and uncertainty. In those first few years, I tried to get back to Italy as planned, but Holland was where I was to stay. Today, I can say how far I have come on this unexpected journey. I have learned so much more. But, this too has been a journey of time.

I worked hard. I bought new guidebooks. I learned a new language and I slowly found my way around this new land. I have met others whose plans had changed like mine, and who could share my experience. We supported one another and some have become very special friends.

Some of these fellow travelers had been in Holland longer than I and were seasoned guides, assisting me along the way. Many have encouraged me. Many have taught me to open my eyes to the wonder and gifts to behold in this new land. I have discovered a community of caring. Holland wasn’t so bad.

I think that Holland is used to wayward travelers like me and grew to become a land of hospitality, reaching out to welcome, to assist and to support newcomers like me in this new land. Over the years, I’ve wondered what life would have been like if I’d landed in Italy as planned. Would life have been easier? Would it have been as rewarding? Would I have learned some of the important lessons I hold today?

Sure, this journey has been more challenging and at times I would (and still do) stomp my feet and cry out in frustration and protest. And, yes, Holland is slower paced than Italy and less flashy than Italy, but this too has been an unexpected gift. I have learned to slow down in ways too and look closer at things, with a new appreciation for the remarkable beauty of Holland with its tulips, windmills and Rembrandts.

I have come to love Holland and call it Home.

I have become a world traveler and discovered that it doesn’t matter where you land. What’s more important is what you make of your journey and how you see and enjoy the very special, the very lovely, things that Holland, or any land, has to offer.

Yes, over a decade ago I landed in a place I hadn’t planned. Yet I am thankful, for this destination has been richer than I could have imagined!

© by Cathy Anthony. All rights reserved.

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Welcome To Holland


Welcome To Holland by Emily Perl Kingsley
Pre dosta vremena sam na net-u slučajno naišla na ovaj tekst.
Kad sam ga prvi put pročitala, plakala sam…
I svaki sledeći put suze bi same krenule…

Da se ne izgubi, evo ga…

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coloseum. The Michelangelo’s David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”

“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.

But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

©1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved.