everybody has mental health

mental health

Earlier this week, I attended a session on Optimizing Mental Wellness in People with Down Syndrome at the Down Syndrome Resource Foundation.  The speaker was Susan Fawcett, their Director of Therapy, Behaviour and Family Support.

Susan’s presentation reminded me how my own mental health and my kid’s mental health are all wrapped up together.

It makes me a wee bit nervous to talk about mental health. First there’s the regular ole mental health stigma.  Then there’s the incredible pressure I feel to be the strong mom who advocates for system change all the time.  I even feel pushed into cheerleader mode, aka: Everything’s Fine!  Fine!  Fine!  My kid is the best kid with Down syndrome EVER!  

Of course, that’s all bullshit.

Here I will repeat my mantra:  Being a human being is stressful.  Having children is extra-stressful.  Having a kid with Down syndrome adds yet another layer of stress.  But 95% of my stress comes from systems (health, human services and education sectors) and the hostile, ignorant ableist world.  This is not my son’s fault.  I won’t talk about his mental health here because that’s his business, not mine.  I don’t want to trod on his dignity.  But I can talk about my own struggles.

If we are truthful, we all have mental health stuff, whether we have a disabled kid or not.  It just takes becoming vulnerable for our stuff to be exposed.  I soldiered through the strong mama bear persona for 13 years after my son was born.  It took getting cancer two years ago for my whole house of cards to come tumbling down.

How I wish I had been more preventative about my own mental health.  I should have regularly seen a mental health professional to at least deal with my own childhood stuff. But I didn’t – the crisis of cancer is what introduced me to the therapist’s office.  Now I think and talk about mental health a lot.

Susan’s presentation was timely for me.  She offered helpful strategies for mental wellness, both for our kids and ourselves.  Susan gave me kind permission to share her talk, so I’ve summarized her points. As she told me, she wants to give this mental health piece more airtime.

Mental Wellness Strategies for Children with Down Syndrome – Susan Fawcett

  1. Help your kids engage in activities to experience both pleasure and mastery.  Susan called this behavioural activation.
  2. Make sure your child has a peer group of children of similar intellectual ability, especially starting in late elementary school.
  3. Consider social skill training, like the Zones of Regulation.
  4. Always look for self-esteem boosters for your child, like chances to be more independent + have choice, opportunities to teach others and regularly talk about your child’s strengths and unique talents with them.
  5. Give your children regular praise.  Interesting, Susan has observed us parents don’t offer enough specific, enthusiastic praise to our children. I’ve been guilty of that – falling into ‘corrective’ mode with my own son, which is a way of being that is focused on the negative.  I’ll be more aware of this going forward.
  6. Cognitive behavioural therapy can help all of us – of course including people with intellectual disabilities too!
  7. Talk to your child early and often about having Down syndrome.  (Books like Paint the Octopus Red can help explain genetics and for older kids, shows like Born this Way are awesome for role-modelling and offering a glimpse into the future).

Mental Wellness Strategies for Families – Susan Fawcett

  1. Acknowledge having a child with an intellectual disability is stressful.
  2. Organize date nights with your partner.
  3. Finding a social support network is crucial.
  4. Begin a mindfulness practice to help with stress.
  5. Take advantage of informal or formal respite.

For families, I’ve written about the concept of self-care before.  Self-care is way more than bubble-baths.  Here are my essays:

My small comforts list
Moms and Mental Health
Beyond Bubble Baths
Leaning Out

Dr. Yona Lunsky also wrote a great piece about this topic for families called Save Some Love for Yourself.

As Susan importantly pointed out, kids with Down syndrome have high levels of empathy, meaning they are more in tune with our own moods and stress level.  If we don’t overtly care for our own mental health, it will affect our kids.  This alone is a good reason to at least start talking about mental wellness in safe spaces in our own community.

If you are hesitant to look at your own mental health, at least do it for your children.   After all, your head is screwed onto your body.  We are in such denial about the simple fact that human beings also have rich mental and emotional lives. You do not have to wait until you get cancer like I did to take care of your whole fine self.

The Down Syndrome Rocks Talk, part 2

I thought the best way to share my son’s talk to a high school class about having Down syndrome was to simply share his presentation.  This talk was designed and written by Aaron himself.  The only adaptation we did was to provide copies of the speaking notes to the students, in case they had challenges understanding his speech.

I asked Aaron if he was okay with me posting his slides and his speech on my blog. He said yes.  (People with intellectual disabilities are capable of giving consent.  The problem is that we rarely ask their permission, or we don’t ask it in a way that is understood).

Enough with the mom commentary!  Here it is, standing strongly on its own.



Hello, I am the only cool kid in at this school who has Down syndrome.  This is what I want you to know about Down syndrome.


There are many kinds of disabilities in the world. Down syndrome is but one of them. I was born in 2003. When my mom and dad made me, I had Down syndrome.

I have three copies of the 21st chromosome. I have 47 chromosomes all together. You guys have 46! I have more chromosomes than you!



How am I different?
My face looks different
I have low muscle tone
I need some help at school to learn



I am the same as you too. How I rock: I like dabbing/flossing, Fortnite, Nerf guns, luxury cars and sports.

I also am an actor. I am not in Hollywood yet but I am signed with a talent agent. My social media is: YouTube
Instagram: @aaron.waddingham


What I want you to know is that respect is the key. Respect means I want to be treated the same as you. I just need a bit of extra help.




I am a human being like you.


Aaron delivered the presentation in a lively way, throwing in some jokes, demonstrating how he could bend his thumb back because of his low muscle tone and dabbing and flossing too.  Amusingly, when he said I have more chromosomes than you, he added BOOM!  IN YOUR FACE!

The students were very quiet.  The only time I spoke up during his talk was to say:  Aaron is a funny guy!  It is okay to laugh.  The permission to laugh with Aaron (instead of at him) seemed to help them relax.

I facilitated a question + answer session and there were thoughtful questions about stigma, independence, health concerns and the differences in education systems between provinces.  I felt a bit desperate to show them that we have a rich and full life (because we do), so I ended up rambling too much.  There are always lessons for me after every talk.

At the end, I made a request.  I said if they saw kids from the Access Program (the school district’s ‘special ed’ program) in the hall, not to be afraid to go up and say hi or give a fist bump or high five.  At least acknowledging people’s presence is a start on the long road to belonging.

I felt extremely proud of Aaron’s moxie.  He stood up and spoke for himself.  I was reminded how much he has to overcome to be a part of this world.  I admire him so much.  His ending comment:  I am a human being just like you – offers up with great clarity, everything you need to know about Down syndrome.

Did the talk make a difference?  I am not sure we will ever know for sure.  But if one person in that class is even just a little less afraid of a disabled person, then Aaron’s job was well done.

The Down Syndrome Rocks Talk, part 1


This week, my son Aaron and I were invited to give a talk about Down syndrome to a class at his high school. We’ve co-presented once before, three years ago when Aaron was 13.

At that talk, Aaron read a one-page speech to a group of medical students. It was interesting to watch the students’ reactions to him. At first, when he stood up at the front of the room, they looked mortified. I asked them how many of them had disabled people in their lives. Only one of the medical students, out of 20, raised their hands. The concept of a disabled person giving a speech to them – in fact educating them – seemed new to most of them.

Once Aaron started reading his talk, I could see the look of surprise on their faces. Yes, some people with Down syndrome can read – not everybody can read and that’s okay – but some people can.  Note: you don’t need to read to give a talk, just the same as you don’t have to verbally talk to communicate.  But Aaron reads, so he read from his notes.

By the end of the session, a few of the students approached Aaron on the way out to give him a high five, or to comment on his hockey t-shirt. They made real effort to connect with him and for me it was heartening. It was a positive session. I hope they remember Aaron when they embark on their medical careers, and even the memory of him confidently standing in front of the room reading will dispel a stereotype or two that they might have had about people with intellectual disabilities.

Last week, when the teacher asked if I could come speak to the class and maybe bring Aaron, I flipped the request upside down. I asked Aaron if he wanted to speak to the class and if he maybe wanted to bring me.  I explained what the talk would probably be like and who would be in the audience.

‘Sure!’ he said. We were on.

I’ve been considering lately how I do too much for Aaron, instead of with Aaron. Or even better, how I should be giving Aaron the space to take the lead himself. As his mother, I think I have taken away a lot of his agency by making decisions for him. It is high time for me to give him control in his life back.  He would agree.  He often tells me:  “Mom I want my freedom.”

So I’ve included my lessons that I learned in the process of working with him to prepare his slides and speaking notes for the talk.

Lesson 1: It was his decision to speak.

Lesson 2: It was his talk, not mine.

It is always a good idea to ask organizers what they wanted for key messages for the audience. So I asked the teacher what she thought the students would like to know. She said: to dispel some of the myths about potential and abilities about Down syndrome, and to inform about some of the potential physical challenges. 

Aaron and I sat down to plan for this talk. ‘Do you want to use slides?’ Yes he said. We opened up PowerPoint and I handed over my computer. He picked his own template. ‘Do you want to type or should I?’ You do it Mom, he said.

Lesson 3: He chose his own template.

Lesson 4: I told him the key messages, but I did not tell him what to put on the slides. I only was the transcriber.

Lesson 5: He chose all his own images.

In the end he had six slides. I guided him with the topics that matched the organizer’s key messages. (This is what I would do if I was doing coaching for any speaker, something I do in my consulting business). He had an introduction slide, then talked about genetics, how he was different and how he rocked. The second last slide is the one that’s pictured above.

“What do you want the students to know about Down syndrome?” I asked. Respect, that’s the key he kept saying so it got its own slide.

For his final slide he wanted a picture of a black hole. He looked around Google images and he chose a picture of a black hole that was embedded inside Earth.

Then he dictated his speaking notes that matched up with his slides. I prompted him only by asking: What do you want to say when this slide is on the screen?

Lesson 6: The words on the speaking notes were his. I merely typed out what he said onto his speaking notes. I repeated his words back to him. Sometimes I suggested fixing some grammar, but otherwise I merely served as a copy-editor. The writer in me bit my tongue. I did not write or ghost-write his talk.

When we got to the last slide with the black hole, I asked what he wanted to say.

“I am a human being the same as you,” he said.

“That’s your final message?” I asked. Yes, he said firmly and definitively.

He then practiced reading his speaking notes. I emailed them to the teacher and asked her to provide copies to the students. People sometimes have a hard time understanding Aaron’s speech, especially if they haven’t developed an ear for him. The notes served as a tool to make his talk more accessible to the students. We adapt and modify where we can.

Aaron presented his talk on Wednesday. I’m waiting on the student feedback from the teacher. When I get the evaluations, I’ll write another piece about how his talk went. That’s for another blog post.

In the meantime, I learned a lot about taking my sticky hands off the steering wheel (as Anne Lamott says) and ‘allowing’ Aaron to create his own damn talk about his own damn self. These are new lessons for me.  I’m sure I did still have a sticky finger or two on the steering wheel and I will vow to improve next time.

I’ve been so wrapped up in my own identity of being the mom of a kid with a disability that I’ve forgotten that I don’t have a disability. Aaron’s Down syndrome is his, not mine. I may be an old dog, but this kid is continually teaching me new tricks.

my take-aways


Last man standing on the conference dance floor on Saturday night.

I haven’t been to a Down syndrome conference in many years. As a young mom, I was a conference keener. I attended World Down Syndrome Congresses, our national conference and scores of local events. I spoke, I volunteered, I organized. Then I got very tired. I became pre-occupied with advocating for Aaron in school and I disappeared from the conference circuit for the next ten years.

Just last year, I ventured out to a talk about housing. There were three moms on a panel. They spoke about how they pooled their time, talents and resources to come up with creative solutions to counter the struggle to find housing in the Lower Mainland. I learned from them that you can’t depend on the government for anything. I was also reminded that us families need each other.  I realized that I had to start showing up again.

So this weekend, Aaron and I went to the Canadian Down Syndrome Conference in Victoria. There I was moved to tears. I had a fabulous time catching up with other moms. And I felt terribly proud of my son.

My main intention for the conference was for Aaron to have fun in the Teen Program. (This was accomplished).  For my own experience, my dear friend Helga wisely said, If I learn even one thing to take away from the conference, I’ll be happy. I took her lead and distilled all my learnings from the sessions to one simple take-away:

Provide opportunities for people with Down syndrome to speak for themselves. And most of all, listen to them.

The sessions each offered a lesson to take away and apply to real life. Here’s my summary of what I learned from each break-out session.

Shelley Moore
The guru of inclusive learning is a crackerjack storyteller. From her I learned about the concept of congregation. She said conferences like this one for Down syndrome are about congregation not segregation. This means we choose to be together as a community because we want to – not because we are forced to. May we all seek and build our own congregations with groups of people where we are welcomed and feel a sense of belonging.

Dr. Dennis McGuire
The former Director of the Psychosocial Service for the Adult Down Syndrome Center in Chicago, Dr. McGuire renewed my admiration for my son and other people with Down syndrome. Dr. McGuire explained the positive aspects of behaviours like grooves and self-talk. His deep respect and love for people with Down syndrome came through. I appreciated his strength-based approach that helped me understand how resourceful Aaron actually is as he navigates his days in a sometimes-hostile world.

Mary Harber
Ah sexual health, everybody’s favourite awkward topic. From Mary I learned that sexual education is not only about sex. It Is about learning how to be a friend and a respectful partner.  It is essential for us to teach Aaron how to be a good man. She also showed the video the Guest Room, which offered the poignant message that everybody grows up.

Elaine Willcock
This session won the prize for my favourite unexpected break-out session. Elaine presented about starting a self-advocacy group for adults with Down syndrome. I loved this talk and was glad I picked it. The best part? Adults with Down syndrome with all speaking abilities presented their perspectives:

The group taught me that we are not alone. I have more confidence to speak and I am not afraid to share my ideas. -Self-Advocate

I learn so much from the wisdom of moms who have older children. My main take-away – to take the time to listen to people with Down syndrome themselves – was reinforced in this session.

VATTA Panel, moderated by Tamara Taggart
This was the best. Six adults with Down syndrome shared their experiences about growing up, working and moving out of their parents’ home. The panel was hilarious, heartfelt and real.  Tamara did an awesome job of moderating the lively, passionate panelists.  My take-away was from a mom of one of the participants. She said, My son has surprised me every step of the way. I need to allow Aaron the space to surprise me.  This means giving up some control.

The challenge after every conference is to figure out a way to integrate the conference learnings in real life.  My commitment is to continue to work on my own tendencies to over-protect and hover over my son.

My take-away was put to the test a few hours later.  On the way home, Aaron said he wanted to walk around the ferry by himself.  I protested, worried he’d get lost on the many decks.  I have my phone with me Mom, he said firmly.  I want to be independent. It doesn’t get any more clearer than that.  Listen to the people with Down syndrome.

OK, I said hesitantly, and off he went.  He returned about 20 minutes later with a big smile on his face, pleased to have found some freedom.  The hardest part of parenting has always been letting my children go.  But everybody has a right to grow up, including my son with Down syndrome.  I’m not sure how to do that, but I have a feeling if I just take the time to listen, Aaron will show me the way.


He is Down syndrome


Photo by Goodside Photography goodsidephoto.com

The other day I was talking to Aaron and in the midst of our conversation I mentioned, “you have Down syndrome.” He looked at me, puzzled, and replied, “No, I am Down syndrome.”

I thought he had mixed up his verbs and corrected him,  “No, you have Down syndrome.”

He repeated firmly, more annoyed with me this time, “No Mom, I am Down syndrome.” He wasn’t mixing anything up. I was the one mixed up.

Who am I to say who he is or is not? He has the extra chromosome, not me.  I paused to wonder how often parents use language that makes us feel more comfortable and distances ourselves from disability. I know that I’ve been doing that for 16 years. I even used to lecture to health professionals about person-first language. Aaron was blowing person-first out of the water.

Speaking of which, I’m now asking Aaron’s consent to write about him.  (Contrary to popular belief, people with intellectual disabilities can understand consent). He said, ‘sure’ when I asked him about sharing this story.  Plus, he chose the photo that he wanted to accompany this post.

I’m finally waking up to the fact that it is Aaron’s Down syndrome, not mine. And so goes the hard work of parenting: allowing our children – all our children – to differentiate from us. He is not a mini-version of me, disability or not. It is high time that l take Aaron’s lead and govern myself accordingly.

this is not just a cute story

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John and Mark Cronin

Today my son Aaron and I attended a presentation by Mark and John Cronin at the Down Syndrome Research Foundation.  This father and son team are the founders of John’s Crazy Socks. They shared wisdom about being entrepreneurs, running a business and championing inclusive employment.

I’ve been to a lot of talks in my time and have grown leery of those peddling cheery inspirational messages.  Mark and John’s talk was not like that at all.  Their words were exceptional in their realness.  Their story about their successful business was authentic and engaging.  It went way way beyond the inspirational realm – they moved me to think hard.   John’s Crazy Socks was born from a dark time, when Mark lost his job at age 58 at the same time John was finishing high school at age 21.  Mark termed this end of school time the “21 year old cliff.”  (We have a similar cliff here in British Columbia, but it is at age 19).

I wrote recently about my hatred of the notion of this cliff called transition in Everybody Grows Up.  While I’m committed to celebrating Aaron’s advancement towards adulthood, I’m also scared.  I have no crystal ball for his future, but looking at the ‘system’ alternatives, it seems like because he has Down syndrome, his path is narrow and pre-determined by agency day programs, job coaches and part-time minimum wage work.

I want him to be excited about his future, to have options and choice just as my other two children did at his age.  This only seems fair to me.  Why should Aaron be denied opportunity because of his extra chromosome? (She asks naively). Aaron is denied opportunity because he lives in an ableist world.

Do you know what Mark and John Cronin did in response to this reality?  They started their own damn company, which now employs 39 people and last year grossed $5.5 million in their second year of operation.  Mark and John went off script and created their own reality.  That’s what moved me deeply.  I realized that’s what we have to do, too – in partnership with our son.

“Ideas can come from anywhere,” Mark said.  “If there’s something you love, chances are there will be others who will like it too.”  John always had a slick fashion sense and liked wearing crazy socks:  hence John’s Crazy Socks company.

I was also struck by the company’s commitment to inclusive employment.  Twenty-three of their 39 employees have disabilities.  Mark emphasized their company is not a charity – their staff (called sock wranglers) have to earn their jobs.  He spoke proudly of the power of their workforce and shared principles that can apply to all organizations:  give people a mission they can believe in.  Put people in a position to succeed.  Make sure everybody knows what they do matters and how it feeds into the mission.  That’s profound employee engagement advice for any organization.

John’s Crazy Socks makes accommodations for their employees, but think about what Mark said, “There are accommodations because you make accommodations for any workers.”  Not just workers with disabilities.  This is so true.  We all need accommodations in one way or another to work.  This is just part of employing human beings.

Finally, the Cronins addressed the notion of paying their employees above minimum wage.  “We don’t expect minimum work, so why pay minimum wage?” asked Mark.  This way of thinking is so evolved beyond those awful news stories that I read about organizations ‘allowing’ people with disabilities to volunteer for them.  Not paying people for working because they have a disability makes my head explode.

“We pay people to establish the dignity of work,” Mark emphasized.  Amen to that.

John and Mark gave me much to think about.  There were a lot of take-aways for an one hour talk.  Afterwards, my son Aaron proudly posed for a picture with John.  The other folks with Down syndrome in the audience high-fived John and hugged him.  He was a celebrity in their midst.

“Follow your dreams,” John told them.  We need to support our adult children to follow their dreams, to not settle for some miserly government prescription of what a life should look like.

As John’s dad, Mark ended with this:  “I’ve spent my entire life preparing for this moment.” At this point I turned away from Aaron to hide my tears.  Aaron isn’t a charity case.  His life has meaning.  Stories of people with disabilities working aren’t just ‘cute’ stories.

Today was one of the first times that I felt a jolt of hope for my son’s future.  My epiphany is that we don’t have to do what the system tells us to do. Thank you John and Mark Cronin for that gift.  Now, everybody head over to https://johnscrazysocks.com/ and buy yourself some awesome socks.





Everybody Grows Up

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My son is almost 16. The education, health and human services sectors tell me that this is a transition time for him. Talk of transition is everywhere.  There are transition pamphlets and websites and apps and roadmaps thrown at me at every turn.

I hereby declare that I reject the term transition and say instead that Aaron is growing up. System-speak is everywhere: calling friends ‘peer support,’ brothers and sisters ‘siblings,’ and going home ‘discharge.’ I am officially dismissing system-speak. Falling into the habit of talking about our kids this way means we’ve given the power back over to the system. Language matters. I’m not going to let them turn my kid into a one-dimensional cliché of what they think a disabled kid is.

My other two kids grew up and Aaron is growing up too. Having Down syndrome doesn’t stop him from becoming an adult.

I’ve been thinking about why families put off planning for our disabled kids’ future. We have to apply for tax credits, try to work a lot to save money (somehow, while at the same time we have to provide caregiving), secure psycho-ed tests, apply to get an adult file open, meet with social workers, find physicians who will see our kids, forecast for life – our adult child’s and our own – after school ends, which includes limited and rather bleak options for post-secondary school, housing and employment.

This all sucks at a time when we should be surviving our kid’s puberty (which all parents have to do with all kids) and celebrating that our child is growing up. We should usher in their adulthood with joy not despair.

I am reminded of the time when Aaron was first diagnosed 16 long years ago. The joy of a baby’s birth is also taken away from families by the way a disability diagnosis is disclosed. There’s a lot of talk then about ‘burden and suffering’ from health professionals.  I say the joy of having a baby gets carted right out of the delivery room.

I’m not going to allow the joy to be taken this time around as my son reaches adulthood. The system tries its best to push me into misery with all their anguished forms, intake processes and assessments.

Growing up should be celebrated, not dreaded. It should be a time of hope and opportunity. Aaron is almost a man now, becoming more and more himself, his character brightly shining through. He wants to be an actor, so we are going to support him with that as far as he goes. I feel lucky to be his mom, to witness his transformation into adulthood.

The other day when we were driving in the car, Aaron turned to me and said: ‘Mom, I am an organic human being.’ Yes you are my son. Let’s celebrate that first. Let’s put you as an organic human being front and centre.

Of course I’ll do what I have to do to get on wait lists, secure funding and fill out forms. But this time I’m going to endeavour to not let the system crap wear me down. I don’t believe in their deficit-based approach. The system is not stealing joy like it did when he was born. I’m simply not going to to allow that this time around.   No way.  No more.  Not today.  I’m going to hang onto gratitude for my son with the extra chromosome as tightly as I can.