We moved to Camp Pendleton when my youngest son was only 8 months old. I remember crying when they told me we would be living in housing that was stacked on top of all of our neighbors, and the housing lady took pity on my aversion to crowded living conditions...we ended up in a house with no back neighbors that overlooked the entire Pacific Ocean. My son told me I needed to cry more often, and it was a running joke for pretty much the entire time we lived there. The sunsets were some of the most breathtaking I'd ever seen, other than the ones in the desert of 29 Palms...but it was apples and oranges...we did our 8 years there and got a reprieve with an ocean view. :)
My youngest was diagnosed autistic shortly after we moved there, so it feels like my life aboard Camp Pendleton was one of continuous advocacy, and reading...and more advocacy. I served for a year on the Commanding General's advisory committee for families enrolled in the Exceptional Family Member Program, and was happy to do my part to help make lives of my friends and extended family aboard Camp Pendleton a little easier. I volunteered at EFMP events, and when I joined the Board of Directors for the Autism Society San Diego, I worked as a liaison between Camp Pendleton and the nonprofit.
I was glad when the advisory committee embraced the idea of sensory friendly films at the base theater. I explained how easy they were to set up (just cut out the previews and other preludes, turn the lights up a bit and the sound down...let people bring in foods for those who may be allergic/aversive to the foodstuffs offered at concessions, and allow people to roam about freely while the movie plays...so that families could finally go to a movie with their loved ones and engage in that activity...something many had never been able to do before). we have been gone almost a decade now, and they're still going quarterly...a little piece of myself and what I love left behind for as long as it endures...which I hope is a long time to come!
It wasn't just autistic individuals who were digging the movies either. Parents of small toddlers who wouldn't sit through an entire movie were finally able to bring their little ones and help them prep for later full-movie enjoyment. People with sensory sensitivities, aversions to loud noises, fear of the dark...and fidgety types like me who would have loved to march in place during the Hymn and Anchors Aweigh if it weren't frowned upon to move about while you're supposed to be at attention. We were all able to have a little piece of happiness in a place where no matter what happened, people were accepting and there wasn't any judgment.
Camp Pendleton was where I began learning about how to use my own knowledge and voice to help others, and though I'd already been volunteering for years, it gave me a platform to hone those advocacy skills...and I came out of there a better person because of it. Pendleton is where I found my voice, and never stopped learning...so that I wouldn't grow complacent in my work to make the world a better place for my autistic friends, family, and the disabled community as a whole.
I made friends...some who are no longer with us because, much like it was in the Stumps; sometimes, it's not easy making that comeback from Hell. You lose a lot of good people...which is a trade off that threatens to tear you in two if you don't put it in check.
But I also made a family...and no matter where I go, I can have friendly conversation with any Devil Dog, Devil Dolphin, or their spouse, because we share something meaningful and permanent. It's a life wholly unlike anything you'll ever experience in the civilian world, and it's pretty freaking awesome. Most of the time.
I was married to a Marine, and she was a demanding mistress sometimes. Sharing your partner with your country isn't always easy...but I wouldn't change those years for anything, because they've made everyone under this roof resilient, grateful for what we have, and very well aware of what we could have lost.
I might not always agree with my government, but I have nothing but the utmost admiration and respect for the people who ensure that I have the right to disagree. We live in a country where we have the luxury to complain and protest, and I try to never lose sight of that.
Semper Fidelis....Semper Fi. :) read more