Honoring Mikaela Lynch: Autism and Drowning

For those visiting for the first time from the Honoring #MikaelaLynch link up, my kids are Caroline and Sam. Both have Asperger’s syndrome, and they attend a school for children with Asperger’s, HFA, ADHD, and similar diagnoses. The experience described below took place during their class’s field trip last Wednesday. The picture is not from the trip.

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“Before we go on our sensory hike, pair up with a classmate. Buddies, now!”  Half the children dashed to stand by a friend. The other half stood waiting for an instruction that made sense.

Sam later told me, “Ms. Pair was not on the field trip, Mom. How were we supposed to pair up without her?”

Eventually, the kids were organized into partners. “Now, what I want to do here is send a teacher or parent to the bottom of the trail.” Our guide designated Mrs. Gunnels. “And once she’s down there, I want the pairs to follow her. Leave a little distance between each set so you can’t hear each other talking. Look around you. I’ve put some manmade objects on the trail, and we’ll find out how many you saw after we all get to her. Now, who wants to go first?”

Naturally, Sam volunteered.

“You do realize these kids are autistic, right?” Well, not all of them. Some have ADHD. Some have ADHD and autism. Some have other, similar, but not identical diagnoses.

The guide swiveled to look at me, “Yes?”

“This sounds like a pretty stupid idea. You can’t seriously mean to send them down that hill without supervision.”

“Mrs. Gunnells will be at the bottom,” another parent volunteered.

We have wanderers!” Heat suffused my face as I thought about the ongoing search for Mikaela Lynch. I didn’t know they had already found her body. I still held out faint hope that she would come home alive, shaken but whole.

Did the guide, did these other parents, think that our children were immune to wandering because they are high functioning? Because they are all verbal and able to call for help?

One of the last times we lost Sam before he finally stopped escaping from us, we were biking near a lake. We had no cell service and didn’t want to leave the area when he vanished. The path forked and we each needed to explore one direction.

We spent long minutes screaming his name without getting a response. I was climbing a hill to retrieve Caroline, reach phone service, and dial 911 when Scott found him on a walking trail right beside the lake, pedaling his way back to where he thought he had left us, completely oblivious to his danger.  He could not yet swim at that time.

And now, he was planning to go first down the unsupervised trail, holding hands with an equally capricious friend. He could swim, but not in track shoes. And Lake Jordan was far too close if he got distracted and followed his eyes instead of the instructions. By no means does every child who meanders away from caregivers die. Many return. However,  when autistic children who have wandered away from their parents do die, 91% of them drown. Sam would not be going down that trail alone, and neither would his friends and classmates.

Although it felt like a lifetime, it was probably only a few seconds before the other teacher, Miss Hathcock, spoke up. “We have plenty of adults.” Too true. There were seventeen children and a total of twelve teachers and parents. “One of us can go with each group.”

“Yes, excellent.”

Sam, still determined to go first,  latched onto Mrs. Gunnells’ hand. Scott had Caroline and her friend. So I chose two children at random and shepherded them down the incline, redirecting them each time they appeared ready to go off course. At the bottom, I counted. The teachers did, too. All here. All safe.

But my heart thudded against my ribcage for too long, and I couldn’t pay attention to the guide’s spiel.

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My heart aches for the families of Mikaela Lynch and now Owen Black and Drew Howell, all of whom wandered away from their families within the last week and drowned.

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Honoring Mikaela Lynch: Autism and Drowning — 11 Comments

  1. yep, that guide was wrong, in so many ways.

    My heart aches for those parents, for those children and that statistic. Let’s do better, by all of them.

    Thank you for writing it Jessie…sending hugs.
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  2. I was a wanderer, and I only this week began to understand the terror I must have put my own mother through. I was drawn to water like a moth drawn to a flame. I fell in more than once. It was just luck that I only fell into shallow, slow-moving water.

    People who are blaming the parents should ease up. I was there for my childhood; do they not realize how hard it is to keep track of a little genius who wants to get away? And this goes for “low-functioning” children as well. Just because you can’t speak doesn’t mean you can’t be a little Houdini. They need to try keeping track of a wander-prone aspie before they judge.
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    • And clearly, some of the parents on our trip had never had to deal with wandering and others had, because the ones who hadn’t couldn’t figure out why I was having a conniption fit and wouldn’t let the kids walk down this little hill alone, and the ones who had were like racing to grab hands.

  3. I wandered all over the place as a kid. My mother was usually oblivious. Go figure.

    I’m glad everything worked out well for Sam and your group. It sounds like the perfect solution won the day. Would that more groups would work to arrive at one before they head out.
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  4. There is simply too much opportunity to wander, the other parents should have realized that. I’m glad there were enough parents chaperoning to join each student pair.
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  5. Frightening situation. Glad you were there, along with enough other parents and chaperones to assist the children. It only takes a split second for a child to disappear. How often have we heard, “S/he was right here!” Thanks for sharing your story.

  6. Good for your for following your inner compass. You know these kids and what could happen. It’s all too easy, even with mainstream kids, for things to go wrong.
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    • Not at all. A YMCA employee who had no idea how to work with autistic kids in general. He had already tried to give two speeches about nature that neurotypical kids would have been able to sit through only to discover that his audience had stopped listening.