Things for Dads to Know About Mums

As a follow-up to my blog post “Things for Mums to know about Dads” I’m hoping to share what I think I’ve learned vice versa – Mums forgive me if I have completely misrepresented you, but this is a man’s perspective.

Just listen to her

If you’ve read the “Things for Mums to know about Dads” post you will see a trend where I talk about how much we Dads like to fix things, we like to have answers. A lot of the time your wife/partner doesn’t want an answer or a fix!

Have you ever noticed how when she talks on the phone or has her friend around for a coffee and they chat – they often talk about lots of problems and issues but rarely interrupt those issues with an answer to it. SOMETIMES they give an answer but most often they just listen.

It’s almost a secret code but I’ve concluded that Mum’s just want somebody to talk to. That’s it, don’t fix their huge dilemma with an “answer” that took you 2.5 seconds to come up with – they wont herald you as a genius, but they might throw something at you.

Listen, discuss, agree, share, connect – fight the urge to throw out the first solution that comes to mind and move on to the next problem.

Remember Her

Not the machine she feels she has become, fulfilling all the special needs precisely and at a superhuman rate. She’s not just the mother, expert, advocate, voice, physio and everything else that she’s been told she is – She is your wife/partner. The reason you guys got together was around long before all of this and the kids came along. I know this applies to all relationships but its particularly important when you’ve got so much more responsibility.

If you lose that “reason” you just end up becoming colleagues in a very difficult job. If you can get time away from it all for an evening just you two, do it – most of us can’t, I know, so you may have to get a bit creative.

Even if you do something cheesy and rubbish or spend time together at home watching or doing something that doesn’t seem spectacular – it doesn’t need to be good, it just needs to be effort. It says, I’m not just here with you because I have to be (for the kids etc), I’m here because I want to be. (I know I’m cheesy but who doesn’t love cheese).

My wife and I have managed to watch a few series together recently in the evening and it does help taking the time to watch something in common. (I recommend Man in the high Castle on Amazon Prime, such a good series).

Give her a break

Yes, this applies both ways, but we guys tend to forget this a bit more. I know there are certain tasks with the kids that she has gotten better at than you, so you usually let her do them – makes sense.

Remember to give her a break from it though, having your routine broken for once where something you usually do is already being done and you’re sipping a cuppa instead is really valuable or maybe she needs a super early night or a lay in once in a blue moon. Read the signs, if she looks exhausted, take over one of the mundane tasks.

This could be an additional pointer (again could apply both ways) but Let go – as in, don’t be shackled to each other and your duties.

The only person my wife fully 100% trusts to look after our daughters for a long period is me, this means if she ever wants to be able to be free from the shackles of the house and the routine, I am the only possible key – sometimes its not even that she wants to break from the shackles, but she has to know that she is able to.

She has been asked to go out places and do things with friends etc – don’t make it difficult for her to go, make it as easy as possible.

I love when my wife can go and do something that makes her happy in complete freedom for a while because she will usually return not only happier, but she can’t wait to get back to the house and the kids and the routine because she missed them.

Additionally, guys – she’s a lot more likely to make it easier on you when you’re going to go out or to do stuff for a while. So many couples shackle themselves to each other and make each other’s life hard work – if she moans when I go somewhere, I’m going to moan when she goes somewhere – break that cycle, encourage each other.

Don’t run away

The trend I’ve seen in Mums and Dads in the disability world is that once Mums are over an initial grieving process which I mentioned in the other post they tend to run headlong into the battle and Dad’s are ready to fight a battle in the beginning but end up running away from reality).

Mums tend to get involved in care, hospital life, get counselling and help, meet with other mums for coffee and find solutions for problems.

Dad’s I see are throwing themselves into more work than ever or anything else that will take up their time and when they meet up with Dad’s in similar situations, they go Go-Karting or paintballing or some other 10-year olds birthday party arrangement and then often use hospice and respite care to go on holidays.

Don’t get me wrong there’s nothing dreadfully wrong in those things, its useful to escape reality for a bit but Dads we seem to be constantly escaping reality. Like in the last point, its good to help each other have a break but Dads you need to get yourself help as well as escape, (which can be important) so you can be fighting fit when it comes to going back into battle and that’s not going to happen at a racetrack.

The most loving thing you can do for your child is to love/care for their Mother

Things for Mums to Know About Dads

We’re different!

OK you already knew that didn’t you? I’m sure you did but it does sometimes slip our mind to remember that Men and Women, Dads and Mums are different, particularly in a stressful environment like dealing with disability in a family.

My Wife and I have always been best friends as well as spouses but a diagnosis of disability for your child can put a colossal amount of strain on even the best relationship.

After much discussion, many mistakes and learning curves we’ve found that frictions can be cleared up with a bit of understanding and discussion (which we’ve had to learn to do more).

First, I’m going to write about what will help Mum’s to know about Dads, Step Dads, Male guardian – whoever is in that role, loving a child with a disability – from my perspective.

We’re confused.

We love you and we love our child(ren) but we’re not too bright, not when it comes to this. Men know how we’re supposed to care for our families, provide and protect etc.

Now the way we need to do that has changed, and we’ve got to learn how to care, all the while trying to seem like we know exactly what we’re doing. We are designed to be the calm one who doesn’t freak out, we’re supposed to be as solid as a rock.

My wife and I were present one time when our little girl had a cardiac arrest in the hospital, I knew someone had to be there with her, I also knew that my wife would not cope with watching her being resuscitated so I asked a nurse to take her out of the room.

I couldn’t cope either, but I had to, for her and for her Mum who I know wouldn’t have left unless I was there with her. I had to be in there, calm and focussed – like I knew what I was doing.

We can’t break-down, we have to love, protect and provide. We have to look like we know what were doing when we really don’t.

We do what we know.

This is how we love you, by doing what we know. As well as learning all the new stuff slowly and painfully we still want to care for you in the way we know.

Maybe he doesn’t say mushy things or seem very sentimental, maybe he doesn’t say much of anything – even less than he used to.

However, he is keeping the car cleaner and fixing things around the house without 6 months of you asking. Maybe he’s become super cautious about germs and the things that can take you all back into hospital. These are ways in which he’s telling the family that he loves them.

Some of the things I’ve mentioned are the things I have been doing – A lot of it I’ve done sub-consciously, my wife noticed, and we thought and talked about it and this care is what triggered it.

He sees the effect it has on you and the kids when we go back to hospital as well as the illness itself, or how sad you are that you’re overwhelmed that the car isn’t clean, or the house isn’t together and yet at the same time you feel you need more time for the kids.

Don’t think we’ve become distant and uncaring – we’re fixers we’re trying to fix it the way we know how. At other times we may just have to disappear into a hobby or something to straighten our heads – again were not being distant, we just need to do things we’re good at to fight the feeling of being useless that often comes.

We’re angry and protective.

One important difference I’ve seen is that a woman seems to grieve the life and child they expected and although we Dads are struggling with our situation, we don’t need that time to accept that our child isn’t what we expected. Rather we are frustrated that we can’t do anything about the disability itself.

When I spoke to my wife about the grief she was in over our child I was angry with her and protective of our child. I think we men go into fight mode, I was ready to fight the whole world for my little girl, but the problem was I didn’t understand the battle and I didn’t know how to fight it.

I didn’t get why my wife was grieving and she didn’t understand why I was angry – now we understand each other’s perspectives it’s much easier to discuss and progress.

We’re blown away by you – but include us too.

I’ve seen a few articles from Mums praising Dads (Step/guardian etc) because its mainly Mums writing these sorts of things but not many written to you. Quite simply it is astonishing what you do, my wife can roar like a lioness to protect our cubs and still be as gentle as a dove as she nurtures them.

Being a Mum is a colossal task at the best of times so becoming a super Mum should not be underestimated. The unwavering dedication you have to our children now and looking to the future and the next steps, studying medical science, dietary requirements and every help that we couldn’t think of is amazing – from them and us Dads, thank you.

*Additional note – keep us involved.

We may be in work or elsewhere and miss a few meetings and you’ve become used to getting on with things yourself, but we want to be experts in our kids too. I would hate a stranger to know things about my child that I don’t and Mums, you’re going to want/need help eventually, keep us in the loop – It gives you a great chance to talk to each other about the task we have in common.

The most loving thing you can do for your child is to love/care for their Father

Birthdays to Shame the Diagnoses’

This week we celebrated Lydia’s 3rd birthday.

What a joy it is to watch her grow and celebrate as she had her favourite people around her, gifts to unwrap and toys to play with, all enough to tire her out for an early and full nights sleep. As I watched her play and enjoy that everybody had come together just for her I saw something I already knew to be true.

She is going to do whatever she wants to do.

Just as with my oldest daughter (and her Mum) that gritty, steely and sometimes stubborn determination to do that which they set their mind to is evident. I realised that that is true today and it’s been true for her whole life as her birthday caused me to reminisce of the years gone by.

You see I’ve sat in rooms with doctors who like to emphasise their importance, I’ve sat there while they’ve planned out my daughter’s future and her expectations. They like to call it “diagnosis” or at least part of it, and I’ve sat with dread as they told me the future without the aid of a crystal ball and I was shaken to my very core.

Now I look back on those times and laugh, oh how I over-estimated those doctors and how I under-estimated my determined little warrior.

It’s true that what the doctors had to tell us had some value in helping us to manage certain things and take care of Lydia but when given an inch they take a mile. They crossed the boundary from helpful informant to the bringer of doom and the creator of barriers all the while Lydia was in the other room just waiting for her time to make them look a bit silly – She will do what she wants to do.

The same week we celebrated her birthday we had to renew the blue badge for our van because frustratingly we only ever get 6 months on her blue badge. Usually I go to get it but this time my wife went down to the council office with the forms, now when I go down to do these things its mostly straight forward.

People don’t make comments to me and nobody feels the need to go into conversations and details – maybe I just don’t have a very inviting face.

However, my wife always seems to get more hassle than I do.

More questions are asked, more conversations are started, and more stupid and insensitive comments are made. Anyway, while getting the badge renewed we found out the reason for the 6-month long badge’s – on the application for her first blue badge filled out by one of the community nurses we have it said that she would not live longer than 6 months.

This was news to us, but this was more comical and frustrating than upsetting as we have now had to get 6 of those 6-month badges and the next one won’t have that time limit. Even a week of celebration is not without its frustration as the woman taking our forms insisted on having a number from us on how long Lydia is going to live so that she can administer a suitable blue badge, well….

How long does anybody expect to live?

That lady may not have made it through the afternoon if I was there when she asked these questions of my wife.

As time has gone on we have come to learn to take what is valuable and ignore what is not from the people we have to work and interact with. I’ll tell you of the first time I decided we had to do this – It was in hospital, our closest main hospital in the first few months of Lydia’s life and we hadn’t really left the hospitals with her yet since birth.

She was in PICU on a ventilator and not looking good, we were exhausted, emotional and confused. We were asked to come into a small counselling room outside the ward away from Lydia and here we sat with Lydia’s nurse (A particular nurse who had become very dear to us and who cared greatly for Lydia), the head Neurologist, her leading Neurosurgeon and the leading consultant on the PICU that week (A woman with the compassion of a hungry wolf).

They told us how things were hopeless, how we should stop trying and that they don’t think we should help Lydia anymore.

They gave us all the medical talk and all their expertise without much empathy. I realised – these people may be qualified but they’re unfeeling, and they may seem like giants in this room and we feel insignificant and helpless but that’s not true. The best person to make decisions about my daughter is not the cold qualified professional but the people with the most care and compassion for Lydia and that was us, that was me!

So, when the Neurologist, Neurosurgeon and PICU consultant had finished I said, thank you for telling me the things that you know about, now can you give me a few minutes to tell you what I know about? I took out my bible and read 1 Corinthians 1:27-29 which says:

God chose what is foolish in the world to shame the wise; God chose what is weak in the world to shame the strong; God chose what is low and despised in the world, even things that are not, to bring to nothing things that are, so that no human being might boast in the presence of God.

All of a sudden, these giants in their own habitat became like children as they were clearly intimidated and unaware of how to respond to scripture, I explained that though they seem strong and wise and though I appreciate the ways in which they can help, they are not in control.

God can use the weak things and the things that seem foolish to shame them and that with respect I thoroughly hoped that Lydia would shame these doctors who offered her no hope to make it past the end of the day (and she has).

From that day on I have asked for people to help in the way that they can and nothing more.

To you who has had a diagnosis or that are crippled with worry for the fortune tellers of doom I hope you take good help but don’t exchange it for joy. Enjoy your children, celebrate their birthdays, they will do what they want to do our job is just to help them to do it, not to worry about anything else.

Logical Loos

In the last year or so there has been a lot of coverage of the battle for logical loos. We’ve seen strong campaigns from advocates for proper changing places for disabled people in public – the images of disabled people and children being changed on the floors of toilets are both heart breaking and enraging.

This last few weeks have also seen a lot of coverage for the availability of children’s changing tables to Fathers – an issue that plagued me when my 9-year-old was a baby and I was her main carer.

Don’t get me wrong I have seen changing tables in men’s toilets on a very rare occasion but they’re certainly not something you would place your child on.

Usually filthy and/or next to the standing urinals, but it’s not men that aren’t being considered its children. It’s not the carers that aren’t being considered with a lack of changing places, it’s the disabled.

Of course, it’s the Dads and carers that show the frustration but it’s not for us, it’s for the people we love who we see going without the most basic human decency.

Speaking as a Father – The frustration is with the culture that we live in being all about equality and ending sexist views apart from when it comes to men.

Imagine going to a place where the only baby changing facilities are in the men’s toilet, there would probably be outrage.

The place would be named and shamed and called to answer for their oversight, questions would be asked of the designers for the building and the problem would probably be rectified by the end of the month.

It makes us angry not because we don’t feel cared for but because we don’t feel like we can care for our children – not because somebody has failed us but because we feel like we’ve failed them, our children.

If they had a mother with them instead of us, they wouldn’t be crying, they would be changed, and we would carry on with our day but now we have to go home.

Speaking as a Carer – As somebody that cares for a child with a disability I have to accept that people don’t think.

They don’t think about access, about the things they do that they take for granted or the things that they say that are incredibly insensitive – people don’t mean to be thoughtless… they just are.

However, as a carer you must become like a snooker player, you don’t just focus on the shot you’re taking, you have to think of the next 2 or 3 shots in order to stay on the table. Your brain is always a few steps ahead.

What I can’t accept however is when people don’t care, and this is what it’s all about, the lack of care.

Many shops and buildings were probably set up without thinking about the logic of having loos that accommodate everybody – as I said, we’re used to that. However now that the community of carers and disabled people have come to companies about the issue, it’s no longer a lack of thought but a lack of care.

They know the issues now, they just don’t care. This is why the feeling persists that we have to make them care, it goes alongside the fear of – what if we weren’t here to care, or if we’re not in the future?

This week we went to a coffee morning for Mums and Dads of children who tube-feed, we asked staff from the coffee shop in the building about where the changing places toilet was (this is why the building was chosen) and they insisted that there wasn’t one there.

So, we walked to the other end of the building to ask at reception who informed us that it was back the way we came (down the corridor from the coffee shop).

After touring the building to find somebody who knew about the facilities one of the parents said how “lucky” we are to live where we do because we have 8 changing places in the city which is more than most.

8 changing places toilets in the whole city that disabled people can use – there are more toilets than that in most buildings in the city.

Nothing has ever been changed or achieved by those willing to settle for the mediocre and so we mustn’t be satisfied for the disability box to be checked in a way that satisfies minimum requirement when it doesn’t satisfy the needs of those we’re called to stand up for.

Give us logical loos, for the disabled, for fathers and children whose basic needs are not yet fulfilled.

Friends with Deficits

Since we’ve had Lydia in our lives I’ve noticed quite a dramatic shift – I mean apart from all the obvious shifts that come with having a little one with disabilities.

That shift has been in friendship, and I’ve noticed it to be the same for most other parents in our situation.

The reality is that we ourselves have become friends with deficits, that is that we are now people who have financial deficits (we’re broke) time deficits (we’re often busy) energy deficits (we’re tired) and maybe personality deficits (being a special needs parent has probably made me a more boring person). This is a perfect opportunity to test the adage – a friend in need is a friend indeed

After managing to put back together some of the pieces of our lives that were shattered by diagnoses and long hospital stays, most of those parts which carried our friends were either missing in part or all together. Below are the 4 types of friend that I believe you may have after having your life turned upside down by disability.

Fly-away friends

Check down the back of the sofa all you like – I’m afraid they’re gone.

Not out of existence, just out of your world.

You may still see them around but if you bump into them at Tesco and talk to them they’ll give you that look that says, “I really wish you hadn’t seen me”, that is if they didn’t manage to dodge into another aisle and leave before you caught them and assumed you were still friends.

I’ve had this with people that I’ve known since I was 4 years old, maybe they just don’t know how to relate anymore – the truth is they’re not cut out for going through storms with you so best to let them float away I’m afraid.

Far-flung friends

These guys are still in your world but on the other side of it – It’s the same effect as if they had moved to Australia.

They still speak to you but don’t initiate contact much, if at all.

You’re no longer invited to do things with them (because you probably couldn’t make it anyway) and a house visit might possibly occur on a special occasion. The far-flung friend is still your friend but much more distant and you can’t really rely on them for much.

Faithful friends

These creatures can be found living among unicorns and fairies – OK they’re not quite as rare as that but they are few and far between none the less.

These friend’s may have stepped into this category when things got hard and those you expected would be there through thick and thin fell into the last 2 categories.

Faithful friends recognise you have things to contend with and support you in the way that they can and step out of the way when you need them to, without becoming any less faithful.

These are the people who don’t just send you messages saying “I’m here for you if you need anything” – which is all very nice and 99.99% of the time useless and not genuine, but they say, we need a coffee, I’m on the way or how is Tuesday? Or what do you need I’ll bring it. The beauty is that they recognise that you will be that faithful friend when they need you to be too.

BIG SHOUT OUT TO THE FAITHFUL FRIENDS OUT THERE

Fellow fighters

New friends in the same battles as you are – (I hope I still get published even though I didn’t use ‘Firefly friends’). Hopefully you’ve made some of these, as a Dad I must say that I can see that this seems to be easier for Mum’s to do.

Both me and my wife have taken the same sort of hit to our friendship circle, but she has been able to rebuild a circle of “Mum friends” a lot better than I’ve been able to link to Dad’s who “get it”.

Dad’s we need to link together a lot more and Mum’s you seem to be doing a great job at supporting each other.

Friends, I just want to say how important you are. You don’t realise it, but we need you, Far-flung friends boring isn’t contagious, underneath it all we’re still here honest, don’t disappear when we need you. Faithful friends, thank you for perfecting that word friend in your caring support, you’ve kept us going.

Firefly friends, you are the fellow fighters, be a friend to somebody in your similar situation and they’ll be a friend to you. Talk about the difficulties of disability but move beyond that too and as time rolls on you will hopefully move into the category of faithful friends for many years to come.

Sometimes you will be on your own, some things you will have to do on your own, but you can’t do everything on your own and thankfully you don’t have to.

Friends you are vital.

Redefining Daddy

We all have an idea about what a Dad is.

A lot of our standards are set by our own Dads but even people like me that grew up without one around much have an expectation about what “Dad” means.

Just to break it down to a few universal basics of what Dads do.

Dads

1. Go out to work to provide for the needs of the family.

2. Keep their wife and children safe and happy.

3. Fix things – from emotions to leaky taps.

4. Do the fun stuff, playing games and making a mess with the kids.

I am finding, however, that special needs is redefining what I can be and what I need to be.

Not just me but also their Mum is working out where she needs to be a bit different too.

All of the kid’s daily needs have caused me to ask a few questions about my role in their life.

What if..

1. Leaving for work means that your family won’t be able to cope that day?

2. You can’t protect your wife or children from the pain that they’re going through?

3. You are helpless to fix the problems that are occurring?

4. There is so much medication, treatment, basic caring and hospital time that you don’t know where having fun and playing games is going to fit in?

Writing this blog is proof of what I’m talking about.

Evidently, Dads don’t normally do blogs and neither would I if I weren’t a redefined Dad.

A lot of lonely hospital time, a need to share and a knowledge of rarely talked about issues have lead me to doing this – hoping that it may be helpful to others.

The reason I want to talk about this is that there is such a strong expectation of a Dad, that those who don’t understand your situation can sometimes heap a great deal of judgement upon your shoulders.

Oh, you don’t work? What do you do all day? Can’t your wife look after the children?

I’ve only this month come to the decision/recognition that my family need me home more than at work and that there really aren’t any hours left in the days to be out at work.

But already I feel the weight of the question that comes so often especially to men/Dads – so what do you do as a job?

I’m just using work as an example, of which there are many. As a special needs Dad we need to be less harsh on ourselves.

I mean… It’s in the title – SPECIAL NEEDS Dad, your child/family need you to meet their needs!

I believe that gives us the true definition of Dad – Your job is to be whatever your family and child(ren) need you to be!

If they need you at work, get out to work. If they need you to take care of them you take care of them.

If they need you to learn how to do physiotherapy, operate a breathing machine, become an expert in oxygen or passing tubes and making feeds then that’s what you do.

My two girls have redefined Dad for me because they’ve needed something else, somebody different and that’s okay.

I didn’t sign up to be just a Dad, I signed up to be their Dad.

So we can be proud of redesigning this role and our family will be proud that we’ve become redefined Dad’s just for them.