I did some interviews today As my documentary UNLEASHING HOPE Is now streaming on Hulu Its about autism service dogs How profoundly KUMA has changed my childs life As well as my own 3 years ago clay started retreating Into herself Not wanting to leave the house Or to interact with anyone but me Or their I pad She fell in love with object shows And spent all free time Memorizing episodes of BFDI We were sharing a home But she chose to be by herself Isolating in her room Which left me worried and lonely Around this time I befriended Lyle Menendez Who had been in prison for decades I had always felt for the brothers Knowing there was truth To their tales of abuse I remember watching lawyer Leslie A With awe and respect As she tried to convince a public Unwilling to accept The horrors some men perpetrate On their own children Lyle reached out to me in 1996 But we didn’t connect for 30 years It was only after a new documentary about them That moved me to make a tiktok About how important the new facts Involving their case were His wife Rebecca called me Soon after so did Lyle We spoke for hours that first time Which was mothers day And then often after that We connected in a real and true way That changed and healed me I did not expect this He is loving kind intelligent and caring Introspective and sensitive He helped me with my concerns about clay Listened when I cried Offered support and care And unconditional love Its hard to explain how much the experience of getting KUMA Is tied to him His encouragement and patience Guide Dogs of America Is a non profit charity The service dogs are provided For free - completely free to all The organization was started By the machinists union Whose member was denied a service dog Because he was too old They voted to open their own foundation To provide service dogs To those in need Minus the red tape And boy did they succeed A lifetime of service By a union of brothers and sisters Who take their family seriously I have had the privilege of meeting These amazing men and women Who have given so much To so many in need Like me and my child Who three years ago were suffering Although I had access to all available help That only privilege can bring I was unable to reach my child Who seemed to be fading into her own world How was it I never heard Of service dogs treating autistic children I met Russ Gilliten Who ran GDA for so many years With his whole heart and soul And his whole family as well His son and wife work there And we all have become friends They have given their lives to helping Anyone in need of a service dog What a legacy I am lucky to know them all To be a member of their tribe To help in any way I can Bring the news of their program To as many people as I can So we can remember what its like To take care of our neighbors To help each other In America Because that is who we are Intrinsically We took care of each other In Commack Long Island 1970s Families moving into new affordable Suburban homes - with white picket fences With parks for little league With public school teachers who stayed after school To help the lost kids - like me my mothers friend Leonie Who lived across the road At number 16 And we at 17 Fate brought us together The Nordins and the O’Donnells The Ellards at 22 11 kids between us They took care of us Motherless children from 17 They fed us - cleaned us Held us - loved us We slept over We did holidays together 5 almost orphans With nowhere to go No one asked who was gay Which one had better grades We were our own gang We had each others backs Leonie came over and sat with my Nana After her only daughter My mother - Roseanns death Left her broken hearted I told Nana I loved her once Only once Ours wasn’t and I love u house Like jackies was The words stuck in my throat As nana lay in a bed In huntington hospital The same place my mom died She was dying too I was off to college I didn’t know if I would see her again I love u nana Came out of my mouth Much to my surprise And hers She said I love u too Roseann And it makes me cry to type it Memories flooding back to me Here in ireland Of my childhood Leonies husband Howie Died last week After a long and loving life My heart breaks for her Her children and grandchildren And my brother Eddie Who is also her child In every way that matters They will bury Howie in the same Gravesite where my mother lies I went to visit her there When I got my drivers license at 16 So scared and alone Too afraid to be vulnerable In front of another human being I stared at my own name on her tombstone And I cried I understood for the first time That she was not just away But actually there in the soil Dead Deceased Passed away Gone Its amazing what a childs mind will do So as not to accept The painful truths of Their lives Speaking of painful truths Robert Kennedy sickens me His “disease registry” To track Americans with autism … WTF Remember the nazis Came for the disabled first How dare he How fucking shameful I hope to never see him in person As I don’t know that I would be able To contain my disgust with everything He claims to stand for May brighter minds prevail More unselfish souls rise to power May this administration be done with As soon as possible Peace out - resist fascism Speak out Protect those in need Open ur hearts to each other Im off to a pub for a pint With my autistic child Who is a human with as much value As any of us God bless
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Really liking the format of Substack. I’m enjoying the pace of these longer posts. You are a beautiful storyteller Rosie. Definitely the gift of the Gab.
On my lunch hour and you have me crying.....Can't wait to see the documentary as many will no doubt will be helped....your writing:
"No one asked who was gay
Which one had better grades
We were our own gang
We had each others backs"
If only America was all like that.....but for now...we resist with all we have.