Scary Rain

Filed Under (Adam, Estee) by Estee on 09-07-2013

Go Train Under Water

Adam started camp and he has become content again, as I’d hoped.I’m tired around here after another flood in Toronto. Loud thunder and lightening struck just at the moment Adam’s bus came to the house. More than a month of rain dumped on Toronto in an hour.

“Scary, scary!” Adam said, reluctant to leave the bus.

“It’s okay Adam, just come now,” I urged, trying to sound calm as I saw the water billowing over the drain in my driveway, about to flow into the garage. So many things to attend to, but keeping Adam safe and calm is my top priority…but also keeping his basement dry keeps him calm…oh, what to do?!

Although we repaired the basement and Adam was so happy about that, a bit of water came in yesterday, but not nearly as much as the big flood several weeks ago. Then, our power went out and I was so grateful when my handyman saved us with a car battery (I hadn’t even thought it was hooked into the power and didn’t have a battery backup). We hooked that to the new sump pump. As night fell, I was waiting for more rain while Adam was asleep, sitting beside a candle and my transistor radio. I waited to turn the battery on, but alas, no more scary rain came. Finally, I fell asleep with the window open, attentive to the sirens and then, sudden quiet. At 3 a.m. the power came back on and I was only slightly disappointed – I loved the quiet but was glad to be able to re-plug in my sump pump to the power. More rain is coming for Toronto today and tomorrow. Considering that people were stuck on the Go Train until 1 a.m., rescued by boats, and that I saw basement flood trucks running up and down my street last night, I thought that we did all right. Now just some more tweaking, a generator, another sump pump, a deeper well… My water house still needs work.

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I’m a PhD candidate at York University, Critical Disability Studies, with a multi-disciplinary background in the arts as a curator and writer. I am the Founder of The Autism Acceptance Project (, and an enamoured mother of my only son who lives with the autism label. I like to write about our journey, critical issues regarding autism in the area of human rights, law, and social justice, as well as reflexive practices in (auto)ethnographic writing about autism.