This is an excerpt from an article I wrote 30 years ago, and I still remember Dawn’s words. She went to high school in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, where she was a member of the school’s Explorer Post 1841, made up of the school’s special education class.
The students were planning a trip that would include a four-day cruise on a tall-masted sailing ship and a day at Disney World. They were involved in the decision-making from start to finish. They had raised their own money and arranged to bring a small sailboat into the high school’s pool to practice swimming and sailing techniques. They had studied ways to handle long days cooped up on a bus. Their teacher knew they would learn important life skills.
The trip was a success, by the way. I interviewed the class before it left, and this is part of my report. While some of the language has changed over the years, the lesson the students taught me is still fresh.
That’s what it’s like to be called “retarded,” according to Karen Gass. “I’m just a slow learner,” she insisted.
But some of her classmates didn’t like being called “slow learner,” either. “Special education students” sounded better to them.
“Normal” was what Dawn Cain wanted to be called.
Karen, Dawn, and about 20 other teenagers are members of an educable mentally retarded class at Oak Creek High School. But calling someone “mentally retarded” is a strong label, which the students easily understand.
“I’m not retarded. Otherwise I wouldn’t be talking,” Karen said. “Do retarded people make their own jewelry? I don’t think so.”
According to the students, to be retarded means being ready for an institution like Southern Colony in too many people’s minds. These students are able to handle their own lives. The label overstates the case for them, and they consider “retarded” an insult.
“We don’t call other people names,” Dawn said. “They shouldn’t have to call us names.”
“I have to take longer to learn something,” Karen added. “But we can do the same things anybody can.”
“We can’t help it we’re slow learners,” Kevin Waterstraat said.
According to the United Association for Retarded Citizens, 95% of all retarded children and adults are only mildly retarded. They can be educated in public schools, live independently, hold a job, be self-supporting, vote, and marry.
Some of these things are in the future for these Oak Creek students, but the pressures of growing up in a world that has labeled them causes immediate problems.
Karen defended her preference for being called simply a “slow learner” rather than a member of a special class. “I don’t feel that I want to be called special. I feel I’m pretty much normal. It’s just that I learn things slower than others.”
When Kevin talks about his schooling, he talks about his courses and teachers. To him it’s just schoolwork, the same as anyone else’s.
Dawn insists that people who don’t like the fact that they have learning problems aren’t real friends anyway.
It still hurts. For this class, the issue was brought up when a newspaper article last fall told how “a group of educable mentally retarded students will spend four days sailing off the coast of Florida this spring. … For the last eight years, part of the curriculum for the mentally retarded students has been an adventure trip in the Explorer Scout program.”
The article was factual. The class makes up Boy Scout Explorer Post 1848, and they will be taking a nine-day trip to Florida that will include time sailing on a ship in the Florida Keys. But the students thought the article was misleading in its use of the term “retarded.”
For the students, the coming trip is a chance for them to prove how normal they are, as well as a chance for exploring, experimenting, and fun. They are determined to have a successful and educational trip, so they are earning and budgeting their own money and actively planning for potential problems on the trip. They draw on experiences from past trips.
“We argued sometimes about who had to do what,” Keith said.
“Yeah, but we girls did all the work anyway,” he was reminded.
The students are divided into four teams, and each team elects its own leader or has their teacher, Kathy Dermody, choose a leader. The teams will be responsible for different tasks each day, such as cooking.
On their canoe trip last year to Flambeau Flowage, they learned how to handle emergencies. Collapsed tents and wood ticks were easy. Getting lost in the woods was more scary, but each Scout wore a whistle to use to locate the rest of the troop.
But when one member came down with appendicitis, they were all tested. He braved being alone and sick far from home in a strange hospital, while his classmates remained responsible for themselves while their chaperones attended to him.
Students have benefitted from the trip in other ways. Kevin will have a job this summer as a counselor at a camp for handicapped children. “I learned things on the canoe trip I can teach these kids,” he said.
Students have plans for after graduation. One wants to work in day care. Earl Johnson hopes to be a truck driver, and Mrs. Dermody notes ruefully that he may earn more money than she does as a teacher.
The point of the trips for the students is “to see what we can do.” They find out, says Mrs. Dermody, and it’s worth it.
“Some people are good at some things like reading and math,” Karen said, “and some people are good at other things, but everybody’s good at something.” She knows it might take her a little longer or require a little more effort, but she really can do the same things that other people do.