ASD Perspectives Rotating Header Image

Welcome to Holland

I read this poem today and hope that it touches our readers.  You can also “view” a video of the poem below…  Hope you all enjoy Holland!

levitra buy online


One that doesn’t upset my tummy and make me taste it all day. Generic cialis online? We are aimed at supplying customers all over the world with medications of high quality at lowest prices thus helping to save their money and time.

Welcome To Holland
Emily Perl Kingsley
c1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley. All rights reserved.

… I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this……

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”

“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…. and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills….and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

One Comment

  1. Allison Payte says:

    I saw this poem many years ago, & never thought it would touch OUR lives. Our wonderful 18 yr. old Son has Asperger’s syndrome. We are SO proud of him. He earned a full academic scholarship to the University of Texas (without disclosing the diagnosis; we didn’t want to risk the small chance of bias). There have been some “bumps”, but he’s doing really well in his first semester, & living @ the UTD dorms. He Really wanted the dorm experience/ independence, so we said “yes”, with the security of knowing he is only 20 min. away. What is even more important, is he has such a good heart and a strong sense of justice. The Lesson is: What worries or scares you can turn out to be a gift!!

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *