Being and Teaching Special Needs
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Being and Teaching Special Needs Gary David Sills Book This book is autobiographical in nature, considerably more informal than a thesis or a research paper. My emotional handicaps struck the week before my senior year of high school. This was at a time when "Special Education" was not established. Mental illness was not a comfortable topic, especially in a Christian home. In this book, my method is to take the reader with me into my struggles, disappointments, and failures in higher education and how I overcame them. As I built skills with troubled teens, I added education from a Christian university that gave me more than adequate tools to teach some of the most difficult to manage students. Limitations in this kind of writing are describing how I dealt with challenges in my classroom without noting research-based methods or other sources. My memoirs here as a handicapped student improperly diagnosed for many years will be of value to parents wrestling with similar problems. Included in the memoir are many scenarios from my classroom in which I modeled successful responses to situations and explained why; I also offered usable innovations that your teacher will find helpful.
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Being and Teaching Special Needs - Gary David Sills
Being
and
Teaching
Special Needs
Gary David Sills
ISBN 978-1-63525-465-5 (Paperback)
ISBN 978-1-63525-466-2 (Digital)
Copyright © 2017 by Gary David Sills
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Printed in the United States of America
For my wife, Mercye
and children,
Jason, Jacqui, Krista, Meggan and Katie
Thank you so much! God bless!
Gary
Introduction
This is a true story, my story. To protect the innocent friends and my students, situations described will be very real without mentioning specific names involved. There have been people very dear to me that I may have unintentionally hurt or disappointed due to my handicapping condition, mental illness, or even sinful behavior. For this reason, I will leave names out of this book. I will stick to the topic of being Special Education
and never really properly diagnosed until later in life and spending over twenty years teaching Special Education students with some of the same kind of problems as I.
1
Breakdown!
It started right before my senior year of high school, the week before to be exact. Now, my classmates may have observed something wrong with me, the way I was behaving during the preceding spring semester. My mom had mentioned it without any specifics.
I had been with the same classmates since kindergarten, so we knew each other quite well. We had been raised near a very rich oil field, a national forest, cattle, ranches, and farms in northern Santa Barbara County. It was a great place to grow up! The week before school started, one of my best friends and I attended a district church camp meeting California. There were a variety of fun and inspirational activities for high school-aged youth on a Christian college campus. Personally, I wouldn’t miss this experience right before school started!
I had already put upon myself some pressures and high expectations. I wanted to be a better trumpet player and a better football player, as well as to finish preparing myself for college. So, if I felt pressure going into my senior year, it was mostly self-imposed. I am mentioning this, because maybe, it had a lot to do with what was about to happen! Back to Camp Meeting, it was so important to me right before school got started, because of the inspiration I received. It gave me a ‘shot-in the-arm’ to have a better year at school and deepen my faith in my Creator. It was important because of being raised in a God-fearing home; I chose to adopt the faith of my father and my grandfather as mine whole-heartedly!
The year was 1964, mental illness was not mentioned in those days. It was not understood, that’s for sure. I suppose it was something to be rather ashamed to admit, should it be in your family. How could it ever happen to a fine, upstanding Christian family anyway? If a family was with mental illness back in those days, it must be a judgment passed down to parents from God for not being good or responsible. Whose fault was it that this was happening? Shameful guilt and exasperation on the part of parents that didn’t know what to think or do! This describes a little bit what it was like back then to consider that there was such a thing called mental illness, even though those words wouldn’t have been used. People would have jumped ahead to throwing around descriptive words like crazy or insane knowing there were institutions for people like that. It was a scary subject at best; especially for parents.
Every Labor Day in my hometown, high school football players made their way to our school to check out football pads, helmets, and uniforms to be ready for the first day of school. In 1964, I did not make it back home for Labor Day. I had spent the summer making sure I was well conditioned for my senior year of football. I did my best to keep up with my best friend to be ready to play alongside him as running back for the Bears, to defend our championship.
We were at Camp Meeting where my heart and mind had been burdened for my classmates back home and their spirituality or lack of it. Some negative thoughts crept into my heart and mind attempting to make me believe I was a failure at sharing my faith with my classmates. At some time in the middle of the week, I had a turning point and started believing the opposite. It was like a dark room in which windows are opened to the glorious entrance of warm streaming sunlight. The negative thoughts had been lying when the truth had been revealed to show I had done my best, and just needed to continue doing my best and not fret about it.
Then my mind took off with a euphoric response. I imagined my classmates becoming more spiritual and praying toward that end. I started losing sleep and getting more and more hyper. My nervous system was really hyped up! If people talked to me they (understandably) did not understand my response. I must have sounded confused. It did not make sense. It did not relate to the here and now. A by-stander would think I was high on drugs.
I was going through my first bi-polar euphoric episode. The term ‘bi-polar’ had most likely not been invented yet. Most people only think of severe depression in relation to bi-polar. Through most of my life, my episodes were euphoric instead. My mind did not really play tricks on me, but my imagination took me a little more than an arm’s length out of touch with reality.
This book is not about my religious experiences as much as it is about my own personal struggles with emotionally handicapping conditions. Later on, it was the teaching of students with emotional disturbance.
In the middle of the week before Labor Day, it was brought to my parents’ attention that something was wrong with me. After they checked me out for themselves, I found myself on my way to the hospital, near my grandfather’s house. I remember being able to look out the window of my hospital room at night and see the lights of the Ferris wheel at the Valley Fair. It must have been really scary for my parents; they had no clue what was wrong. Instead of going home, soon I was transported to a county hospital’s psychiatric wing.
At some point, my parents believed that their son was having a ‘nervous breakdown.’ I was in a ward with adults and I wasn’t quite seventeen yet. A ‘breakdown’ seemed to not be as abrasive as the term ‘mentally ill.’ I am sure it was hard for them to not feel guilt, like they had done something wrong; when actually they were wonderfully supportive parents, in every aspect of life.
Techniques for dealing with emotional disturbance back then were a world away from present practices, and distanced (or advanced) by forty-eight years. For the most part, the hospital staff was kind and caring. The other patients were middle aged and older, they also were friendly and very interesting people to meet. I met a couple patients that had been in the Olympics, a grocery chain executive; and a Professor of Spanish writing a textbook.
There was an experience that was hard for me, in the process of trying to adjust to medications; and I suppose, while the doctor was deciding what would be of best benefit to me. There was a medicine that worked fairly well if accompanied by another. The medicine back then was called Stelazine, but had to have Cogentin with it. Until they figured that out, I would have uncontrollable muscle spasms. They treated me like I could control my spasms with my will! That was upsetting to me! They would put me on a gurney and strap me down! They would give a shot and sedate me with a shot of 50 mg of Mellaril, which would put me to sleep.
I liked occupational therapy time which included a variety of crafts. Working with hands was enjoyable and therapeutic. Come to think of it, it was a measurement of the health of one’s nerves. If I were a patient with a project and couldn’t focus, I could feel that my nerves were still not right and not healthy yet.
As I was an impressionable teenage boy, I liked a rather pretty, California-sun-tanned nurse. She took time to advance my skills at ping pong. It was one of those special times she made just for me. Being an athlete and competitor, I improved as much as I could while I was there, thanks to this special nurse whom no one could defeat at ping pong.
Some medicine I took made me slow, sluggish, and almost lethargic. It caused me to lie around and not activate my mind or body. Somehow, my doctor had to find a ‘happy medium’ in regard to my meds—sedated but not observable. In retrospect, the terms ‘nervous breakdown’ could have been easier for my parents to accept, but would not have been too far from the truth. What I learned about ‘bi-polar’ many years later could make some sense of my first ‘breakdown.’ Bi-Polar—one type meant a chemical (like an electrolyte) was missing in my body to connect the endings of nerves. At the time, I would have had a different diagnosis that was a misdiagnosis; which makes more sense now about the unraveling of my nerves. Because I was under age in an adult hospital ward, I don’t know what kind of struggles my doctors went through with me to know when I was really ready to go home.
It is hard to imagine being in the hospital for ten weeks. That’s how long I was there. I was allowed weekend passes at some point. These gave me a feel for what my nerves could handle or not.
Probably about halfway through my stay at the hospital, I was allowed to go home for the Homecoming game at my high school. My emotions were charged! Football is an emotional game. I had wanted to be playing in that game! I was very excited to be home