Carissa has worked in the Delaware County Division for three years. She joined Easterseals as a Behavior Therapy Assistant while she worked on completing her Behavior Specialist License.

Carissa knew she wanted to work with children with autism in a way that allowed for more individualized interventions than teaching would allow. With that in mind, she obtained her graduate degree in criminal justice with a focus on Applied Behavior Analysis (ABA). At Easterseals, she works closely with the teachers to collect data about students that allows her to determine a child’s need for support and how to implement those supports. These support plans are individualized for each child.

In her professional journey, having mild cerebral palsy sometimes affected people’s perception of her abilities. Her experience has been that it’s about a 50/50 chance people assume a physical disability means she also has a cognitive disability. This often made her feel she had to work harder to prove herself.

From her perspective, things have been improving over the past decade or so. Today, she enjoys the team she works with just as much as they enjoy her. Families are often excited to meet her and put a face with the name their child has been talking about. She can see how inclusion has made people more understanding of disability.

The thing Carissa would like people to understand is simple. Asking for help doesn’t mean you can’t do something; you just might need a little extra support.

by Jeanine Johnson

It’s almost 5 years exactly since I found myself writing about the kindness and kinship of my coworkers.  I had just completed breast cancer surgery and the outpouring of support was amazing.  This year marked my 5^th year cancer-free.  I think I would have planned a celebration around it, but my family found ourselves in the middle of a personal tragedy with the loss of one of my younger sisters. I felt little joy around anything.  

I decided to commemorate my 5 years by getting a pink streak in my hair.  A suggestion from my daughter Autumn.   This was a big step for me as I have never dyed my hair, but I thought, why not?  I promised a coworker that I would wear a pink tutu that day.  I made chocolate breast cancer ribbon-shaped lollipops and planned to hand them out to staff as they arrived.  That was my plan for the day.  

I arrived at work, unlocked the building, and walked to my office with tutu and lollipops in hand.  I opened my office door to a sea of pink balloons.  The sight caught me so off guard that I stopped in my tracks.   It took me a minute to comprehend what I was seeing.  Next thing I knew tears were streaming down my face. I sat my basket and bag on the hall floor and just stared into my office. I tried calling one of my coworkers, but it was 6:30 in the morning and they were probably getting ready to travel to work.  I was planning to wear the tutu just to give out lollipops but thought I needed to put it on right then since there was so much effort put into adorning my office with balloons.  I moved partway into my office and noticed a tiara on the desk with a note that said, “Put me on.”  So, with tears and a snotty nose, I went into the bathroom to use the mirror to affix the tiara. 

As I sat at the back entrance to welcome in the staff with my lollipops, a theme started to emerge.  So many people were wearing pink, including staff, children, and contractors. The greetings were warm and welcoming.  Plenty of hugs and congratulations.  I could not feel anything but joy at this moment.  I was given a beautiful pair of breast cancer ribbon earrings by coworker Charmain and told to wear them.  They did go with the whole outfit after all!  The smile wouldn’t leave my face and I kept thanking everyone.  It was such an unexpected and thoughtful gesture.  I felt so special.  My heart was light. I couldn’t have asked for more. 

As if that wasn’t enough, I had no idea there was more in store.  That afternoon I walked into the conference room which was filled with people.  Everybody that could slip out and attend was there.  A beautiful cake and a basket full of gifts were awaiting me.  I was so overwhelmed I started to cry…again and ran out of the room. I just kept saying and thinking this is too much. I was dragged back into the conference room, and it took me a few minutes before I was composed enough to even speak.  I wanted everyone to understand that it meant more to me than they will ever know.   

The past month has been difficult for me and my family.  Gestures like the ones my Easterseals’ family have extended is a reminder that there is so much to celebrate and that we should never take anything for granted, and that we are never alone in our grief or our triumphs.  It was definitely a day I will never forget. 

by Jeanine Johnson

In my blogs, I often write about Easterseals, the students and the miracles I see on a daily basis. Recently I have been thinking about the life coping skills we can learn from Easterseals’ students.  My daughter Autumn, who is currently one of Easterseals nurses, started out as a therapy aid.   She had the opportunity to work closely with the students and I believe it gave her direction in what career she would ultimately choose.  She left Easterseals and obtained her nursing certification.  She knew she would lean toward working with young children.  The opportunity opened and she returned to Easterseals.  Autumn has in the past year and a half been hit with some life-changing health issues.  First, she learned she has non-diabetic hypoglycemia, then was diagnosed with Elher’s Danlos Syndrome and lastly Mass Cell Activation Syndrome) (MCAS).  With each diagnosis, I watched her pivot and adjust to a new normal. 

I try my best to check in to see how she is coping because, while she seems to be adjusting well, I’m sure there are days when it’s overwhelming.  She went from not having any medical equipment to having to wear MAFOs and in order for her not to lose her ability to walk independently, she is required to use a wheelchair for any extensive trips.  Elher’s Danlos Syndrome is a condition where your connective tissue is too stretchy and cannot support your body properly.  I am relieved that Autumn’s diagnosis does not affect her heart.  She was wise enough to join some forums with people who have the same conditions and has been able to get great practical advice from people who are living and functioning with various issues.   

We made a video call to our favorite Easterseals graduate Mung.  (You know he’d make an appearance in my blog somewhere. )  He was confused as to why Autumn used to be able to walk and can’t now.  Autumn explained to him that she can still walk.  She told him that it’s like his muscles are very tight (he has CP) and hers are too loose).  She told him she must wear the mafos for short distances and use the wheelchair for longer outings.  Autumn, Mung and I met up at the Franklin Institute for the Harry Potter Exhibit.  It was Autumn’s first trip taking her wheelchair in an Uber.  (She got enough good advice to pick one that would be easily portable when needed).  Our reunion was as fun as ever. 

We could have never guessed that Autumn’s time at Easterseals would prepare her for what has been a life-altering period.  She said about the students here “They always give us perspective” and in her silly voice said “Ain’t nothing that bad!”  Attitude is everything! I’m grateful for Easterseals and the students and proud of and motivated by my daughter! 

I guess she gets some perks, in the picture below she is in the wheelchair-accessible section at the Elmwood Park Zoo and she’s close enough to “Kiss the Giraffe!” 

By Jeanine Johnson

Easterseals has a way of building lasting impressions and lifelong friendships both among employees and employees and the families we serve. If any of you have read my blogs in the past like here, here, here, here, and here, I periodically give updates on one of my favorite graduates of Easterseals. Since it has been a while, I thought I’d fill you in on what Mung has been up to. 

Covid has put a damper on my semi-annual outings with Mung, but we have managed to stay connected. Thank God for modern technology. It was vital in helping to not feel isolated. His mom texts, sends pictures and short videos of him. I send him gifts now and again to let him know I haven’t forgotten him. It’s hard to believe that he is 10 years old already. While I really enjoyed getting the texts, I was missing the live interaction with Mung so we set up a video call with him, me and my daughter Autumn (school nurse and big fan of his). It was so great to hear his voice and see his face in real time. I am so happy to report that he is still the vibrant, outgoing character he has always been.

He immediately asked how Easterseals has been since he left. He truly misses this place. When asked how he was doing in school, he fell a little silent. So I asked if he is still talking too much in class. (He is quite the talker) He leaned his head to the side, looked at us and exclaimed “I’m really popular at my school”. Autumn and I burst into laughter (as seen in the screenshot his mother took). Autumn responded, “we know Mr. Mayor”. We talked about school, what’s going on in our lives and the prospect of getting together. I won’t lie, I always worry about our children after they leave the nurturing environment of Easterseals. It is quite a special place. It brings me much joy to see he is doing well.

With restrictions lifting and vaccines completed, I am hopeful we will be meeting for an outing sometime when the weather warms. It’s one of the things I look forward to this summer. I am so grateful that his family continues to share him with me. Stayed tuned for more updates!

by Jeanine Johnson

The work experience is so much more rewarding when you choose to become engaged and part of the work community.  One way I have done this besides getting to know the kids and forming awesome bonds, is by beautifying the office.  When I first started working at Easterseals, I asked if it was ok to decorate. It was around the winter holidays, and I wrapped my door like a big gift.  It seemed to bring joy to those around me and things took off from there.

I started decorated my door periodically.  Usually, season related or to mark the start of the school year.  Trying to spread positivity.  These acts afforded me the opportunity to get to know my co-workers.  Where one might not have necessarily had a reason to stop by and chat, the door and bulletin boards now opened up conversations.  I didn’t expect it to take off as much as it did.  People anticipate the door change and often ask me what I am doing next.  That adds a little pressure, but it’s all good. I keep it a secret every time.  Mostly because I am never sure.  I have to scour Pinterest for ideas.  I have expanded to decorating some of my coworkers’ doors.  One casually mentioned that his door had never been decorated so of course I had to remedy that.

At minimum, my door and the bulletin board outside my office will be decorated.  Though, to be honest, no undecorated bulletin board or door is safe from my handy work.  If the feeling hits, it’s getting decorated!