From Autism to Beyond: A Mother's Journey of Hope
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Growing up in Urbandale, Iowa, Marietta Colston was no stranger to being different. As the only Black student from preschool to graduation, she understood what it meant to be on the outside of acceptable norms. Educated and loving parents could have never prepared her for the challenges that her unique existence would unfold.
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From Autism to Beyond - Marietta C Davis
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A LITTLE BIT ABOUT ME
To understand this journey is to know a little bit about me. Have you ever heard of Urbandale, Iowa? No? I’m sure many people haven’t unless they grew up there. The only family of color, let me rephrase, the only Black family to reside in the town with the first black child to attend the school district from preschool until graduation. My older sister and I didn’t attended the same school, and she was a few grades ahead of me. With that detail being revealed, this almost goes without saying—I’ve always been keenly aware of differences.
From as far back as I can remember, there were constant reminders that let the world know that something about me was different. The hue of my complexion in an all-White town wasn’t enough. Being smarter than the average pre-school aged student wasn’t even a cherry on top. It could’ve been that I was too observant for a child. As a consequence, I worked harder, felt more insecure, and expected all aspects and elements of my life to be perfect. For example, my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Hughes, said to my mother that she wasn’t sure how to teach me as she had never taught a Negro child before. At the time, I was only four years old (yes, I was pretty sharp) and I had questions. With a degree of certainty, I’m sure Mrs. Hughes had her own reservations considering both of my parents were college educated and had been since the early 1950’s, something that wasn’t as common as it is today.
Late one evening, I overheard my parents talking about me and my sister and remember feeling cursed for being different. I’m sure that they weren’t saying anything inherently bad, however I was uncomfortable being the topic of discussion. One wouldn’t think that a child would know what it is to feel like she’s an outsider, but then if a person constantly exists in an environment where she (or he) is the only one who looks like she does, thinks like she does, or speaks like she does, it’s learned early on that being unique is a problem. Being unlike others can be traumatizing, especially for children, as a wayward thought or disagreement can have lasting effects on young, impressionable minds. My parents helped me to understand that my differences were not only a privilege, but also a gift.
I knew that I’d create a picture-perfect life for my child. I never wanted them to feel like they were a burden or that being different was a bad thing. I played the future like a movie in my mind over and over again—where I’d live, what my husband would do, and how adorable my children would be. They would go on to be the most successful people in the Peyton Place town of the Imaginaryville of my mind. I look back on that now and realize many of these thoughts and feelings stemmed from the way different
was unconsciously defined; it screamed imperfection for me and my older sister. As a result, perfection came to be my standard.
My sister, Rhonda, was six years older than me. She was the first experience and impact that I had with a person who lived with special needs. The extent of her disabilities was never explained to me. One detail was all I knew; she was born with the umbilical cord around her neck which caused a lack of oxygen to her brain.
Rhonda appeared to be like most big sisters, however I was about seven years old when I realized her distinctions. Simply put, she was a bit slower
than me. She attended a school outside of our neighborhood and required a bit of extra work from our parents. I had an inkling of what that meant as I was advanced for my age. If my sister was older and slower
, then I had to be a freak of nature.
My mother, a very spiritual woman, was the most patient. God made each you differently and He loves all his creations. She’s your sister and you are family,
she said. That was the declaration. It made sense to my young intellect but didn’t seem like enough of an explanation. I accepted what my mother said and limited my inquiries—once the answer is understood to be what it is, the need to ask for any more information is laid to rest. At any rate, we lived our lives, along with our dog, Prince, and my parents. Our family was idyllic to be candid. Growing up, like most little sisters, I looked up to Rhonda. She was my big sister and friend until the differences continued to separate us.
Distance is a funny thing—physically it can make a heart grow fonder, however, emotionally it’s heartbreaking. Rhonda and I grew apart. Was it our ages or our differences? In some regard it didn’t much matter as the distance between us swelled. My peers would ask What’s wrong with your sister?
or Why isn’t she like you?
Should a twelve-year-old have to explain why her sibling is not like her or another? Doesn’t seem fair, but by the time I had to retell the story given to me, or discern how even relatives compared us, what I knew was I had to protect her. I defended her ferociously against the bullies who were more inclined to tease her than to befriend her. They never had to understand her limitations, nor could they find a space to be kind. I loved and accepted her as a gift from God.
I doubled down on my dream of perfection for my future children and believed, in my own odd way, that would make the world