Challenged Hope

Grandmother raising Grandchildren with FASD in Hamilton Ontario Canada

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Kids Mental Health

With all the help from the Internet these days, you’d think it would be relatively easy to find pertinent information on the subject you are searching for. However that depends on two things: the phrasing of your search, and the reliability of the search engine to supply you with a list of web sites appropriate to that phrasing. One of my problems when browsing is trying to think of alternative phrasing when the first one didn’t bring up the results I had anticipated, yet you would think if I’m trying to find information on kid’s mental health, it wouldn’t take too much of a push to realize that typing the phrase – kid’s mental health – would lead me in the right direction! Hmm, why didn’t I think of that before? Too simple, I guess (the phrasing that is!).

But this realization didn’t dawn on me until I was in the corridor of a residential care unit waiting for a social worker to meet up with me and spied, pinned to the bulletin board, a flyer offering help to parents and caregivers of children with mental health problems. Their posted website is When I spotted it, I could help but let out a quiet groan of exasperation over the absurdity of my not thinking of searching such an obvious phrase – but it happens.

If you are looking for information for your mentally disabled child in Ontario, is well worth a visit with information for parents and families, professionals, and children and youth. The reason I like this website is because it answers a lot of questions parents might have regarding the mental health of their children. As I’ve said before, in various posts, this is something vital for parents as when we suspect our child might be suffering from a mental disability it’s difficult to know where to start. The website offers direction through listing signs and disorders of mental disabilities, FAQ’s parents might have and answers to them, where to get help and what to expect from mental health services, plus much more. It’s the kind of website worthy of a sigh of relief at having found pertinent basic facts and appropriate help available regarding mental health issues. A definite thumbs-up in my book!

Another website definitely worth a mention is Click Find Mental Health Help, then choose from the generous selection of mental health conditions and topics in the A-Z list. I selected Developmental, Intellectual Delay and Disabilities and many services, help and support for the Ontario region popped up. This website is just the kind of thing we caregivers raising disabled children benefit from.



As a young woman, I remember the controversy over the sterilization of the mentally disabled and recall how horrified I was at the thought that someone who thought they knew best could heartlessly take away the right of anyone to choose to be a parent – but that was long before I experienced the challenges I now face as a grandmother raising mentally disabled grandchildren.

In my post, My Story, I explain how my adopted, mentally disabled daughter gave birth to seven children by the time she was twenty-three, and how I was granted custody of four of those children, with the other three being adopted. Now, while I’m still horrified at the thought of any mentally disabled person being sterilized against their will, I’ve certainly softened towards what is known as substitute decision making on behalf of the mentally challenged.

I know this is a very sensitive subject, but believe it’s one that I shouldn’t omit on my website. To do so would be cowardly on my part, especially given my experience and circumstances surrounding mentally disabled children. So please bear with me as I struggle to voice my opinion without deliberately trying to invoke criticism. Although I do welcome any reader’s comments on this or other subjects!

You see, when my teenage unmarried daughter became pregnant with her first child, I truly believed it would be the one and only time; with her learning her lesson so to speak. But, soon after she had left home, I heard from the CAS that my daughter was pregnant with a second child. My heart sank at the news as I realized that her pregnancies were not going to end unless drastic steps were taken to persuade her to use birth control, and knowing her as I did, I suspected she wasn’t going to agree to that anytime soon, and so, by the age of twenty-three, she had given birth to seven children with each one being removed at birth due to her inability to parent. Sadly, all seven children are mentally disabled due, not only to genetics, but to her intake of alcohol and illegal drugs during the pregnancies.

So now, as a grandmother raising mentally challenged grandchildren, one of whom is a teenage granddaughter, I refuse to allow that whole unfortunate situation to repeat itself, and so, as a result, became a substitute decision maker for her regarding the birth control pill. How long she will agree to take it I’m not sure, but while she lives with me, I have made it compulsory that she continue doing so. If, at the age of eighteen, she decides to stop taking the pill that will be the day I decide whether I can continue to be her guardian, as, should the situation arise, I absolutely refuse to be a GREAT-grandmother raising GREAT-grandchildren!

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What is Therapeutic Daycare?

When my grandchildren were small, due to their mental disabilities, my doctor recommended a Therapeutic Referral for Daycare. At first, I thought the word therapeutic related to their disabilities, as in – if they attend daycare everyday they will benefit from the repetitive schedule and interaction with peers. What I didn’t realize was that the word therapeutic referred to respite for me, in case I became overwhelmed while raising disabled kids and lashed out at them! I learned that mentally disabled children are deemed at-risk, which didn’t do much for my confidence as a parent! And for the longest while, when anyone in the medical field asked me what services the children were receiving, I would explain they were in therapeutic daycare, and wondered why it was always met with a blank expression!

I found a rather good webpage focused upon daycare in the Hamilton, Ontario district. This includes details on therapeutic daycare. It can be found at In order for your child to attend therapeutic daycare, a referral has to be made by your family doctor, or public health nurse, or a social worker or pediatrician, or other social services or health agencies.

If you live in the Hamilton, Ontario area, and need to apply for a child care subsidy or to see if your child qualifies for therapeutic daycare call 905-546-4872, but be warned, the most difficult part of the undertaking, is not applying or qualifying for therapeutic daycare, but actually finding an opening for your child in a local daycare centre. I recall having to call at least seven day-cares before finding one that said they MIGHT have an opening within six months, after which the referral and subsidy grant lapses and you will have to begin the process all over again! The task can be frustrating and exhausting while trying to keep on top of the situation, which is strange when you remember that therapeutic daycare is intended to give the parent respite!

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A Message To The World From My Mentally Disabled Grandchildren

Is it just my imagination or are people becoming more hostile? I was standing in line at a fast-food restaurant waiting to purchase a coffee, when a young man with obvious mental health problems entered and began walking briskly from table to table shouting hello, waving to the patrons and smiling broadly. Unfortunately, most of the customers turned away when he spoke to them, deliberately ignoring him while stuffing food into their mouths or continuing their conversations with eyes fixed firmly on their companions.

Gladly, the young man seemed unfazed by such ignorant behaviour and made his way to a line-up, where he was met with much the same attitude. Then, disappearing for a few moments, he unexpectedly resurfaced at my side, took my hand in his and kissed it gently, and said – Hello! Hello! Have a wonderful day! – but not one patron cracked a smile, and all eyes were averted in embarrassment. After purchasing a pop, he left the restaurant and I swear I head a collective sigh of relief from the patrons.

You know, this kind of attitude toward disabled people has to stop. I can’t help comparing it to an experience I had as a child. I remember my mother asking me to run an errand to a neighbour’s house. She had borrowed something and needed it returned. She gave me the address and I headed out. When I reached the house I tapped lightly on the door which was opened by a blind woman. I stood looking at her horrified because, instead of eyes, it looked as if someone had pushed two hard-boiled eggs into her sockets. To my own young, perfect, eyes, the scene was frightening, but she sensed this right away and urged me not to be afraid, explained she was blind, asked my name and then invited me inside. Leading me into the living room I was introduced to five adults who were sitting, chatting and laughing, and drinking tea. The atmosphere was alive, and when I was offered cake and milk, I couldn’t help but get caught up in their warmth and friendliness toward each other. Even at my young age I sensed the love and compassion these adults extended to the blind woman. She obviously had many people to call upon if help was needed.

Is it still like that today? Sadly, I don’t think so.

Over the years of raising my mentally disabled grandchildren I have witnessed over and over others’ impatience, coldness, indifference, anger, and denigrating attitude toward them, causing the children more anxiety and low self-esteem while trying to survive in this world. So on their behalf, because they don’t have the mental capability to do it, I am writing this Message To The World in the hope that someone, somewhere, will read it and have second thoughts when turning their back to a disabled child.

 A Message To The World On Behalf Of My Mentally Disabled Grandchildren

  • Dear Relative:Why don’t you like me? I like you! I’ve seen you laugh with your friends and other members of our family, but you never laugh with me. In fact, I always seem to make you frown. Why is that?
  • Dear Teacher: I’m sorry I can’t always keep up with the other students, but I have trouble with reading. I don’t always understand the story you are telling, or the math you are teaching, and when recess comes I try my very best to stay out of fights, but the other kids deliberately tease me and make me angry.
  • Dear Waitress: Please be patient with me. I try to understand the menu, but it takes me longer than others to decide because my learning disabilities make reading difficult and I’m trying my best to count my money. I realize you are busy but it’s rude to dismiss me with a stern look and sigh as you pass on to the next customer.
  • Dear Neighbour: Why do you always invite other children on the block to your kid’s birthday parties, but never me? I like to have fun too, and I’ll buy your child as nice a gift as the others’ do. What is it you don’t like about me that makes you refuse to have me in your home?
  • Dear Friend: I’m sorry if sometimes I say inappropriate things to you. It’s not that I don’t like you, it’s just that sometimes my brain gets overly frustrated and makes me say things I shouldn’t. I love you, please forgive me and be my friend again?
  • Dear Grocery Shopper:Why did you tut gruffly and roll your eyes at me when my emotions broke down. There were so many people in the store, I got anxious and couldn’t cope. That’s why I had a tantrum and spoiled your grocery shopping but, you didn’t have to make a big show of having to walk ALL the way around me to get to the next aisle.
  • Dear Church Member: Please don’t get upset when I can’t sit still through a whole hour of your worship service. I have ADHD and it won’t let my body or brain rest for long. Instead of getting angry at my fidgeting, why not pray for me. That way people will know you really are holy, instead of just pretending to be.
  • Dear Bus Driver:My caregiver is giving me more independence and I want to make her proud of me, so please don’t raise your voice when I’m unsure of how much your tickets are, or when I keep asking you if the next stop is mine.
  • Dear Pool Attendant: Please don’t sigh loudly when I soil your pool. You see, I’m used to wearing diapers, but I was having so much fun that I forgot I didn’t have one on. All the swimmers seemed so angry with me. Are you angry too?
  • Dear Caseworker: I know you mean well, but when you tell me I have to go away for a while so my family can get some peace, it breaks my heart because it’s not my fault. My brain doesn’t work as well as yours and makes me loud and aggressive.
  • Dear Mother: Why did you drink alcohol and take drugs while you were pregnant with me? As you indulged in your secret pleasures, didn’t you care about the struggles I would have to face each day? And where are you? Don’t you want to see me? Even though I don’t know you, I think about you every day. Do you ever think about me? Do you love me?
  • Dear Father: Why didn’t you use a condom? Didn’t you care about the struggles I would have to face each day as a fatherless child? And where are you? Don’t you want to see me? Even though I don’t know you, I think about you every day. Do you ever think about me? Do you love me?

Above is just a sample of the struggles my grandchildren face each day. And people who consider themselves normal have the audacity to rudely shun or ignore them when they are trying their very best to cope with the challenges they have been undeservedly handed. So on their behalf I ask that whenever you meet up with a mentally disabled child, assign at least one moment of your life to trying to imagine the difficulties that child faces each day, and give them a smile. I know it will brighten their day and, who knows, it might even brighten yours!

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Hamilton Arson Prevention Program for Children (HAPP-C program)

Over the years, I’ve come to recognize when my grandchildren become overly anxious about a home or school situation, their disabilities (ADHD, FAS, Intellectual Disability) cause them to do, not really strange, but certainly unrelated things like… oh, I don’t know, setting fire to the house for example.

When two of my grandchildren recently learned their younger sibling would be entering a residential care facility for several months in order to learn behaviour management, they instantly withdrew into anxiety mode, with one setting fire to objects and bedding in her room, and the other building a fire behind a dumpster at a local school.

Over the years, because I have become acclimatized to their strange ways to the point of deeming them normal, I didn’t recognize the severity of this behaviour until I nonchalantly passed the information by one of their caseworkers and noticed the horrified expression on her face.

On her advice, I subsequently called the program coordinator of the Hamilton Wentworth Fire Department’s Youth Program who scheduled an appointment with me and the children and had them answer questions about fire safety, and then spoke to them on the hazards of fire-setting.

About two weeks later, the children attended a meeting at the Child and Adolescent Services of Hamilton, Ontario (see post: Child and Adolescent Services of Hamilton, Ontario) for a fire-risk assessment, where they were assigned separate counsellors who interviewed them and then rated their risk of re-offending. This information was subseqently passed on to the children’s school so the staff could be aware of the possibility of one of the children starting a fire at school, and to the various caseworkers involved with the children.

 If you would like information regarding the Hamilton-Wentworth Fire Department Program, please call: (905) 546-2424 ext. 7794 or (905) 546-2424 ext. 1380