What a time! We are seeing and hearing wide ranging effects of the Covid-19 pandemic on, it seems, every populated part of our planet.
In our corner of the world, Bink’s autism and accompanying dependence on schedules has collided headfirst with current realities. Every activity in her life, from her weekday program to her favored leisure activities, has been cancelled. Much of the structure she counts on has fallen away. Anxiety and perseveration, already frequent visitors in our home, have announced their return. They brought lots of luggage, too, apparently planning to stay awhile.
Will we get through it? Of course. Many have far worse situations. This is, however, a particular kind of challenge for Bink and others like her. She asks many questions, and fully expects me to have the answers.
Longing
to help you know
in your bones, child,
in your bones,
this will pass.
This will pass and
I’m longing
to have you know
we will again be free
to dip in and out
of those beloved scrawls
on your wall calendar—
horse riding,
and art class,
the candy and craft stores,
restaurants,
swimming at the Y,
and your weekly volunteer job
neatening the bins
at the toy store,
pricing stuffed animals.
You will
once again
return to your day program
where you may even welcome
those groups
you do not love.
I know in my bones,
which are just older versions
of your own,
that this will pass by,
all things do,
and we will re-rise,
rise again,
grateful and eager
to push forth into the
too-loud world,
carrying earplugs
and fidget toys,
your soft pink ball
of yarn.
Until then,
my frightened
full grown child,
I will be here,
right here,
to answer your questions,
daily, hourly,
No,
this won’t for last 100 days.
No,
this won’t be for your whole life.
Yes, we’ll go out walking
today
and tomorrow,
and every day.
No
this won’t be forever,
No
I don’t know the day,
the hour
it will end.
Yes,
the power will stay on,
this will pass.
I’m longing
to help you know
this will end.
—Melinda Coppola
All by way of saying…