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“Why is such a big boy crying? Mom, how do you raise him?”: five stories of mothers whose lives have changed with the advent of “special” children

Today, more than 150,000 children with special needs live in Kazakhstan. Since January 2018, one of the country's first public funds "Mama Pro" has been opened in the capital to support and develop socially vulnerable women. It operates two training centers in Almaty and Astana, where parents are taught the basics of entrepreneurship and remote professions, and professional teachers work with children.

We tell how children and mothers live, whose lives have changed thanks to the work of the foundation.


I lost my voice, and for two days I could not squeeze out anything but tears

Aizhan, Janelle's mother:

I work at the Mama Pro Foundation, I am engaged in strategic planning. IM 33 years old. At 21, she became the mother of a girl with Down syndrome. Subsequently, faced with various nuances, I decided to take an active part in changing the system, which does not always take into account the needs of special children. Therefore, she went to study at Nazarbayev University, where she received a master's degree in managing inclusive education.

My child was diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder and my plans changed completely. I began to pay attention to the problems of parents of special children and communicate with them more closely.

When the baby was born, the doctors took pity on me and told me only about a heart defect, and then they took her to the intensive care unit. Two days later I was told about a possible diagnosis. And while the analysis was being prepared to identify the number of chromosomes, I still did not believe. The doctor came and delicately tried to explain that since my daughter has slanted eyes, low-set ears and special stripes on her palm, she has Down syndrome. I looked at the doctor and tried to examine his face carefully - I saw his eyes, ears and hands the same. My mother came to my room, and we talked for a long time before I accepted the inevitable. I remember that my voice disappeared, and for two days I could not squeeze anything out of myself, except for tears.

When I was told about the diagnosis, I called my husband to the hospital. She was in such shock and blurted out to him that if he cannot accept the diagnosis, then let him leave right away. To which he was very offended and said that I should be more worried about heart disease than about an extra chromosome, since this is not a problem at all. His words and subsequent support gave me a lot of confidence, so I never cared about anyone's opinions and views.

After I was discharged, I began to study the syndrome: search engines returned horrifying photos and articles on this topic. I remember how every day I looked into my daughter's face and waited for it to change. But it didn't take long to get wet. Due to heart problems, colds ended in hospitalizations, and once in resuscitation. We were looking for a doctor, a clinic where we could have an operation. When she was nine months old, we went to Novosibirsk for an operation. Then there were endless rehabilitation, constant classes and tests.

When we were diagnosed with a second diagnosis (it was removed two years later), we immediately began to connect other types of rehabilitation. From birth, these are massages, classes with speech therapists, defectologists, occupational therapy, acupuncture, a swimming pool, adaptive physical education, microcurrent treatment, osteopathy, micropolarization, acupuncture and much more.

At some point, I realized that I had fallen out of my own life, that all day long we travel from one specialist to another, spend millions on rehabilitation, the effect of which is not guaranteed. At that time, my daughter was seven years old, and I thought that I was her application.

Moreover, it was a shame that we did not see the results. Fear moved us all the time, and then at one moment it disappeared and only the bitterness of understanding that everything was useless remained. However, after a couple of months, the autistic traits evaporated, and the treatment finally began to bring results.

Before the onset of apathy, I felt like I was in a race: I constantly set goals, and the whole family ran towards them at a gallop. We hoped for a perfect result: the daughter would speak, be completely independent, understanding and impeccable in behavior. When, after so many manipulations, wasted time and money, I realized that I had painted myself into a corner. Then the realization came that I have a special child and I need to accept this, love his features, try to help adapt, and not try to fix everything.

I had great family support and unconditional love for my child. However, I was upset that it was not accepted everywhere, that kindergartens and schools were segregated. That is why it is necessary to promote inclusion in society.

Therefore, we decided to do everything to make our daughter's life comfortable. While studying at NU, I learned that in all developed countries, inclusion was promoted by parents of special children. When the Mama Pro team and I studied the problems of parents, we realized that in order to promote the rights of children, they need to be resourceful on their own, and decided to help parents. This moment of acceptance was difficult and other parents helped to overcome it, with whom we subsequently founded Mama Pro.

The Mama Pro Foundation has been operating for 3.5 years. The idea came spontaneously, at one meeting of parents, when they began to share their experiences and introduce themselves to each other. I saw a lot of pain. After discussing these experiences with friends - the same mothers, we came to the conclusion that we need to organize a club for parents. Later, the club was formed into a foundation, and we began to apply for grants. For three years now, the foundation has been working at the expense of grants from the Soros Foundation Kazakhstan. We also won a grant from the US State Department. There are many caring people who periodically support us. The main goal of our foundation is to help parents become financially independent so that they, in turn, can help their children.

As the saying goes, put the oxygen mask on yourself first and then save the others. I was also helped by the realization that there is no need to correct anything in the child, but you need to adapt yourself and everything around to his needs. No need to chase, but notice even the smallest victories. And it also helps me when I devote time to myself, study, do projects, watch movies, listen to music.

Change occurs in families who want these changes. I also realized how deep the psychological trauma of parents can be. These features deserve close attention from the state.

As a psychologist, she was in a terrible depression for a year

Asiya, Madi's mother:

I am married and have three children. The eldest daughter is 24 years old, the middle one is 18 years old and the “sunny baby” Madi is 7 years old. All the children were long-awaited, and when I got pregnant at 38, the whole family rejoiced. I regularly took all the tests, ultrasound, was registered. Nothing foreshadowed trouble.

She gave birth at 36 weeks: the neonatologist immediately said that the baby was born with Down syndrome. At first there was a complete denial, and then the difficult path of accepting the diagnosis. As a psychologist, I was in a terrible depression for a year. My close-knit family, relatives helped to accept our son, develop him, love him with unconditional love.

At each stage of growing up, some difficulties appear: in early childhood, the child starts walking late, he is physically weak. Therefore, we were engaged in exercise therapy, swimming, went to a speech therapist and defectologist.

Physical and emotional health must be maintained throughout life. Our children are often not independent and we are with them 24/7. There is always something to do with a child. The main thing is that there is understanding and support in the family. Children feel this subtly, so we always try to overcome everything with a positive attitude. We, mothers of special children, always support each other, share our experiences, and look to the future with optimism.

We live in one day - here and now

Camilla, Aluan's mother:

My son is seven years old, he has cerebral palsy. The whole pregnancy went well, but during childbirth, the son was injured and ended up in intensive care, as his brain was damaged. When I checked out, I was already warned that there would be problems. At eight months we were diagnosed as he had not learned to sit, crawl and hold his head on his own.

The biggest problem we have encountered is the lack of specialists in provincial towns. We lived in Ust-Kamenogorsk, moved to Astana for rehabilitation, as it was impossible to stay at home.

I stopped thinking about the future when my son was three years old. We live in one day - here and now. I'm scared even to imagine how my child would be left without me, who could give him the necessary care, care and love. Acceptance of the diagnosis came to me only after working with a psychologist.

Only a year has passed since the move, and my life, of course, sparkled with new colors: I placed my child in a day care center, and for the first time in six years I had free time. That’s how I ended up in the Mama Pro Public Foundation – by far the best place for a mother of a special child. Here I was taught to look at many things differently.

It is important to develop as a person, not to completely dissolve in children

Aisulu, Aldiyar's mother:

My son is seven years old, he is diagnosed with atypical autism. By the age of two, she discovered that there were some peculiarities in development. He did not play with ordinary toys, but was more drawn to household items. He did not take well my attempts to read together or work out, and besides, he did not contact his peers, which worried me a lot. But he likes logic games, constructors, plasticine, mathematics.

Then he was diagnosed with delayed speech and psychoverbal development, as well as sensory-motor alalia. Then I myself studied, read and understood that the child has signs of ASD. Soon the diagnosis was confirmed.

Aldiyar does not like prescriptions and disorder, does not play with peers, does not tolerate noise, adapts to new places and circumstances for a long time. Recently, when we went on vacation, it was difficult for him to fall asleep. Of the planned two weeks on vacation, we stayed only a week. He feels much more comfortable at home.

There used to be more problems, but now we know what can happen, what circumstances can make a child mad. Now we form a regime in advance, we know how to behave in order to avoid any conflicts in society. When we went to shopping centers, he was afraid, but this was necessary for his adaptation. At such moments, I felt sidelong glances at me, and after I heard: “Why is such a big boy crying? Mom, how do you bring up?

It was psychologically difficult not only for the child, but also for me. Now, after three years of rehabilitation and psychological courses, I have learned to react differently.

Before we applied for disability, it was very difficult to get free rehabilitation. I went through all the funds, rehabilitation centers, so that my child was always busy during the year. It was endless queues, three months of rehabilitation in a state institution. Appeals to private speech therapists, defectologists, psychologists caused financial difficulties.

It takes time to find a certain approach and form order in the family. It took us three years. In the first period, she threw all her strength into the rehabilitation of her son, and her daughters were left without due attention. Now everything is fine.

The Foundation helped me at a time when I was having a hard time psychologically: the girls supported me and helped me get my disability. There were fears about the future of our child.

It is necessary to remember about yourself, to develop as a person, not to completely dissolve in children, to do your favorite thing. Do not miss the happiest moments of life in the race for rehabilitation.

Now I take time for myself, because any woman should be filled, be in a resource, so that the family would be happy.

I would advise other parents of children with special needs not to despair. Of course, this is scary, unexpected, no one is safe that a child will appear with some kind of diagnosis. Nevertheless, he is a member of society - the same person with his own feelings, rights.

After the 9th grade, we will face complete uncertainty.

Gulsum, Aidana's mother:

Aidana is 15 years old. She has Down syndrome, the diagnosis was immediately determined in the hospital. She loves to sing and dance, does yoga and goes to a speech therapist.

Aidana enters the ninth grade, and then we are in for a complete unknown. If we have remedial schools, we do not have remedial colleges or universities. It can be said that a child has no future after school.

Before, she was very worried and stressed, thinking about how she would study at school, how she would overcome the transitional age. Now I have taken such a position that I solve all problems as they come. Yes, we are scared, scared, but we ourselves organize classes, circles, lessons and master classes.

Building order in the family is a lot of work. You, like a mother, grow with them. And each time your approach to problem solving improves.

In general, when a child with special needs is born, parents take the attitude of "I see the goal - I see no obstacles." After this, emotional burnout quickly occurs, since this is a complex process, including from a financial point of view. You need to accept your child, as well as the fact that he is.

The Foundation is a place where mothers are transformed. It is impossible to compare what women come here and what they become. Looking at the tears of happiness of those mothers who come here for support and receive it, I understand that we are doing our job for good reason.


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Our boy is crying.

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Our boy is crying

The boy was made to cry,

Mom - to sing...

V. Inber

Having worked up with his father in the yard, Andryushka slept sweetly in his bed, taking an extra, super-regime hour, and Natasha managed to sneak out of the house unnoticed.

She dressed quickly, didn't kiss her son - no matter how he woke up! - and, with a silent nod of her head, ordered Seryozha, her husband, to follow her, she went out to the landing. Serezha's husband complied with the order - he followed.

- Well, I went, - said Natasha, pressing the elevator button, waiting for words of approval and sympathy from her loving husband.

- Are you cowardly?! said the loving husband.

- What does cowardice have to do with it?! Do you know what one great artist of the past called, I don’t remember who exactly, the theatrical premiere? He said that for a true artist, a theatrical premiere is always like jumping over an abyss.

Softly rumbling, terribly slowly - so it seemed to Natasha - the elevator car was reaching up.

- But you are not yet a great artist, - Seryozha said softly, - let your pervachs, all sorts of deserved lions and tigresses jump across the abyss of prime ministers, and our poor hare ...

Natasha exploded instantly, like a sensitive pressure mine:

- How many times have I asked you - don't you dare call me a poor hare! And in general ... "there are no small roles, there are small artists." The ABC of Theatre! It's time for you to learn it. It is impossible in our time to remain such a ... narrow-film techie.

With a nervous shudder, the car finally came to a halt on the landing of the eighth floor. Natasha entered the cabin, but did not close the door behind her, holding it with her hand.

- When Andryushka wakes up, follow my instructions. And please, don't be ashamed... Papa Seryozha!

The cockpit door slammed shut, and the cockpit, as it seemed to Serezha, flew down with cosmic speed.

Serezha returned to the apartment, stood at the door to the bedroom - everything was quiet, Andryushka continued to sleep peacefully. Until he wakes up, you can work on your PhD. Serezha, went to his room, sat down at the desk and delved into the jungle of electronics. The work progressed at a brisk pace. But from the bedroom to the ears of the future candidate of technical sciences came discontented groaning and whimpering. The offspring woke up and imperiously made itself felt. Serezha hurried to the bedroom.

Andryushka, flushed from sleep, sat in bed, rubbing his eyes with his fist in displeasure. His full lower lip was slightly protruding. Bad sign!

"Looks like he's about to roar!" Serezha thought anxiously.

Like many young fathers, he could not bear the crying of children and was lost when Andryushka, for no apparent reason, as Seryozha thought, began to roar. At such moments, Papa Seryozha was oppressed by the consciousness of his own impotence.

Seryozha took Andryushka in his arms, began to stir, kissing the boy on his clearly, neatly molded forehead.

- Well, you sleep well, Andriukha! Well done!

- Aadets! Andryushka said and smiled graciously. The storm has passed!

Serezha pulled Natasha's instructions out of his pocket, read the first paragraph to himself:

"Without fuss and panic, dress our poor child when he wakes up."

The dressing operation went well, but as soon as Andryushka was dressed, he escaped from his father's arms and ran away. Seryozha overtook him in the hallway - Andryushka was standing at the door to the stairs. When he turned around, Seryozha saw that Andryushkin's lower lip had returned to its original combat position before the roar.

Serezha looked at the instructions, at the second paragraph.

- And my mother went to the store for some milk, - Father Seryozha said cheerfully. - She'll be back soon.

Aadryushka safely swallowed the bait of the second paragraph of the instruction, and Serezha decided that it was time to move on to the third.

“Cook semolina porridge for him, as soon as you - ha ha! - you know how to cook it, and feed our poor child.

While the porridge was being cooked, the poor child, muttering something under his breath, right there, in the kitchen, was doing his favorite thing - wiping his cars with a rag, one after another. First, he wiped the wooden truck with wheels completely torn off, then the plastic armored personnel carrier with dashing soldiers in green helmets, with yellow machine guns, then the metal clockwork ...

The cars are wiped, the porridge is cooked and - with sin in half - eaten. What's next in the instructions?

“Don't leave our poor child unattended even for a minute. Read aloud to him either "Krokha" by Mayakovsky or Marshak.

Father and son sat side by side on the couch in the room loudly called the "working room", and the father began to read aloud, with an expression, to his son Marshak's poems about how Mother Mouse chose a suitable nanny for her son.

- Come, Aunt Duck,

Download our baby.

Mouse rejected Aunt Duck - she has a nasty voice. He did not accept Aunt Toad, and Aunt Pike, and Aunt Horse ...

- Come, Aunt Cat,

Shake our baby.

Aunt Cat, as you know, liked the mouse, but, alas, Aunt Cat also liked the mouse.

Mother Mouse came running,

And the little mouse... can't be seen!

Fascinated by his own reading, Seryozha did not immediately realize that Andryushka was crying quietly, and when he understood and lowered the book to his knees, it was too late - the quiet cry turned into a loud roar.

- What are you, Andriukha?!

Andryushka sobbed even louder, even more bitterly. It was the first stage of that same twelve-point roar-hurricane, which the sensitive "narrow-film techie" was so afraid of.

- Do you have any pain?

Andryushka shook his head. Large light beads of tears rolled down his cheeks, and it seemed that this violent tearfall would never end. What's wrong with him? Why is he crying so bitterly, with such terrible anguish? Feel sorry for the mouse? But after all, Natasha read these poems to him many times, and he - nothing, smiled and even laughed! .. Apparently, he needs to be entertained somehow, switched to other emotions.

Serezha twirled the dial of the telephone, said deliberately loudly and cheerfully:

- Is that an elephant? Listen, elephant, our boy is crying, what should I do? .. Well, I'll pass it on!

He hung up and said to Andryushka, who continued to roar:

- Elephant, you understand: the elephant itself! - He asked me to tell you that if you stop crying, he will come to visit us.

Andryushka fell silent. The prospect of meeting with the Elephant apparently intrigued him, but after a second the hurricane of roar, having passed into its second stage, began to rage in the room with renewed vigor. The elephant was immediately forgotten. The same fate befell Behemoth, and Crocodile, and Dr. Aibolit, and Moidodyr - everyone who was called by the well-read dad Seryozha.

Exhausted, he finally left the telephone receiver alone and said in a weeping voice:

- Listen, Andrey Sergeevich, stop it, otherwise I think I'll burst into tears too. So we will roar with you in a duet.

And suddenly the phone on the table next to the sofa rang by itself. Seryozha picked up the receiver and heard Natasha's cheerful voice:

- Seryozhka?! The intermission is already over, and the phone has just been released. Who were you talking to?

- Mostly with various mammals. Listen, we're in trouble. Our boy is crying! I can't calm him down.

- Do not tremble so terribly, but tell me in order, plainly, what happened there.

Seryozha spoke in order, plainly.

- You are a fool, a fool, - said Natasha quite calmly. - It's one thing - when I read these poems to him, and another - when you read, but I'm not at home. You never know what could have entered his poor head!

- But I'm there. I'm a father! - and not some tattered Aunt Koshka!

- Come on, put him on your lap and put a tube to his ear. Come on quickly!

Seryozha puts the roaring Andryushka on his knees and puts the handset to his pink ear. The handset says something in an insinuating, cooing voice. And a miracle happens: the hurricane of roar subsides, the tearing stops. Andryushka sighs deeply with relief, smiling happily, looks at his father and pronounces the word on which, except for the three mythical whales, the planet Earth rests.

This text is an introductory fragment.

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"Was there a boy?" A metrical entry in the book of the Church of Barbara the Great Martyr, which stood on Dvoryanskaya Street in Nizhny Novgorod: “Born on March 16, 1868, and baptized on the 22nd, Alexey; his parents: tradesman Maxim Savvatievich Peshkov of the Perm province and his legal wife Varvara

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Boy! I gave birth to my third son in our military hospital. Next to the hospital building was the only Orthodox church in the city of St. Gorazda. My son was born at about five in the evening, and the bells rang, calling for the evening service. About each of my children I kept

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Was it a boy? Silence fell immediately, painfully long, dead, until the ringing in the ears. For seven years, they tried to convince us that there was no such person and football player - Eduard Streltsov. Everything connected with him is nothing but a bluff, a mirage, an optical illusion, a hallucination,

When the prosecutor cries.


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