Humor Heals Like Good Medicine

I was sitting in a meeting one evening with othersame crowd that can laugh at things you would never
parents like me.  We were all alumni from ICEC, anthink someone should laugh at.  It’s like me saying,
organization providing various therapies to our special“Oh, your kid’s room is a mess?  Let my
needs children.  The meetings were always“borderline autistic” son come over. He’ll line
moderated by a psychologist who helped us workup all the toys and have the place spotless.”  Only
through our grieving, healing, and milestones.  Thankparents of special needs children and the friends and
goodness because we needed all the mental help wefamily that they are close too can feel comfortable
could summon.  You know that saying “It takes alaughing at that kind of darkness.  It’s such a
village?”  It does. It takes a village of psychologistssense of freedom that I can’t explain when you
and pharmacists to get through such staggering timescan be safe enough to laugh at such serious
like that.circumstances.  No one is offended, no one makes
Nevertheless,  it was quite a liberating group and itexcuses for it, it is just us “being” with what we
was the first time that I realized I could just be myselfhave been given.  Our adopted four-year-old son
with no hang-ups, nothing to prove, and nothing to bewas born addicted to meth. His birth mother used  
egotistical about.  It was an amazing time of selfdrugs while she was pregnant with him.  We recently
awareness, all the while dealing with the mostran with the kids in a children’s 1K race at a local
traumatic moments of my life.  You would think thatfestival and we joked that David would win the race
dealing with all the hurt, pain and disappointment ofhands down.  We rarely see him walk. His preferred
having a child with special needs would only make memethod of traveling is running.  He runs down the
feel helpless, unhappy, guilty, and disappointed, but itstreet, in the house, wherever we go.  We laughed
was the opposite.  I felt relief that Derek is who he isthat he sized up the other kids running the race,
without any need to explain anything.  bysaying, “You think you can beat me?  I don’t
So this one mom started talking about her kids, howthink so, I’m powered by Meth.  I got this thing in
she had one child with ADHD, one with autism and onethe bag.”
with some other undiagnosed syndrome.  And IAs bad as that sounds, you have to realize, it’s the
thought I had a full house.  She went on to explainadverse circumstances that our kids have sometimes
that her son was born missing several fingers.  Shethat make you stop and think, “I have to laugh or
was pouring out her heart to all of us when I suddenlyI’ll cry.”  We choose laughter, and sometimes it
burst into inappropriate laughter.  It was awful.  I feltmay not sound politically correct to other people, but I
ashamed at first because everyone was looking athave nothing to prove to other people anymore.  And
me like I was nuts.  They disapproved of my “badbeing PC takes too much work. I’m exhausted
behavior.”  I couldn’t stop, I was a runawayalready.
train at that point.  Tears started rolling down myIt’s like my 95 year old grandmother (“Gaga”)
face.  People started giggling as they watched mesaid to me after she observed a particularly hectic day
explode with the freedom that comes with purewe were having in my house, “Honey, you need to
laughter.  The laughter was like rockets jetting out ofdrink more.”  Boy, Gaga had a way with humor
my mouth.  Finally I had to stop and explain myself.  Itand that’s what keeps me going – humor.  If I
took me several times to try and talk, I couldn’tcan make someone laugh for a minute when they are
stop the laughing.  Finally, I said,  “I’m so sorry,in the fight of their life dealing with such traumatic
but I’m laughing because if I would have known youevents, you better believe I’m going for the funny
earlier, we could have given you four fingers!  My sonbone.  We have to just keep going and I think
was born withextra fingers and toes  –12 of eachthat’s what laughter does. It just helps us keep
–we had spares!”  The room exploded inmoving through the day. Before you know it,
laughter.  The other parents laughed like they’veyou’ve made it through a few minutes, and then
never laughed before.  All the sadness, grief andyou’ve made it through a few more.  Suddenly
disappointment was washed away for severalyou realize you’ve made it through a day with less
minutes as we passed around a box of tissue to dabtears than you had the day before and you’re still
the tears of laughter streaming down our faces.  Italive and you’re still functioning.  I think that’s
was much needed relief.what this is all about – finding a way to deal with
The absurdity of that sentence that came out of mywhat you’ve been given and still being a functional,
mouth was appreciated by this crowd.  This is thehappy and positive human being.