Special Needs Children in Italian Schools

By Michelle Pina Damiani

0-2A perk of eighth grade in Italy is the annual gita. Italian for “excursion,” this is a three-day rite of passage celebrating the end of middle school—a last “viva!” before the students divide into specialized high schools. Nicolas returned home in bliss from his recent gita and recounted stories of boat rides to Venetian palaces, the discovery of paprika flavored Pringles, and a realization about his classmate, Giovanni.

Giovanni is in one of the other eighth grade classes, so Nicolas didn’t know him before the gita.  On the trip, Nicolas discovered that Giovanni is challenged. Though his comprehension seems adequate, his speech is hard to understand, and more than that, Giovanni isn’t fluent in social norms. In short, he hugs too much. He likes to pet students’ hair, and gets closer than is comfortable—even for Italians. He also gets upset easily, and requires a full-time aide.

I can picture this child in the American school system. He would likely be in a different classroom surrounded by children with difficulties ranging from autism to oppositional defiant disorder, where he’d perhaps learn academics, but he would learn little about functioning in mainstream society. He’d have contact with non-special needs students at recess. Where he’d likely be avoided, or perhaps even bullied.

Here is what is striking about Italian schools, or at least Spellani schools. There are no bullies. Let me repeat that, because this is huge. There are no bullies. There are no Queen Bees. And there are no outcasts. My eyes fill with tears as I write this, and if you have ever loved a child who has been victim to the caste system inherent in American schools, I think you will understand why I find it so astonishing, and so moving.

Giovanni is not ostracized. He is loved and accepted. The other children—middle schoolers are as into Justin Bieber and smartphones as kids in the U.S.—have folded him into their lives. They look out for him, they allow him to pet them, they laugh when his awkwardness crosses a boundary, they gently remind him of appropriate behavior when he goes too far.

They give him a place at the table.

And he is not a special case. Gabe has a little girl with Down’s Syndrome, Renata, in his classroom. She also has an aide, not because of an IEP, but because she needed it—much like our children have been given Italian lessons simply because they need them. Yes, Renata struggles with learning academics and also managing social skills, but she is learning all this within the context of being with other children who are also learning something vital.

Everyone gets a place at the table.

The child who is reading several grades below average, the child who is atheist in a country of Catholics, the child who eats chalk for attention, the child from America who doesn’t speak the language. There is an expression in Italian, “Tutto parla la stessa lingua a tavola” (“Everyone speaks the same language at the table.”) It’s a gift to see this in action.

Because it’s not just welcoming for those who don’t have their chromosomes lined up like animals entering Noah’s ark. It’s also invaluable for the rest of the class. Students learn that everyone has value. Everyone. Initially, having a special needs peer proved challenging for Gabe. He would come home every day with annoyed stories about Renata’s atypical behaviors. Now? Gabe’s teacher tells us he is one of the kindest students in the class with her. I am grateful that Gabe is learning to feel good through empathy instead of feeling good through superiority.

And this lesson lasts into adulthood. There’s an older man in Spello who also has Down’s Syndrome. He’s a little challenging to understand, even for locals, but no one rushes him. People stop and listen. He comes into the bakery and eats his pastry behind the counter. The owners weave around him to make espresso, sometimes patting his back with a smile. And then he leaves. The community takes care of him. And in this way, he helps the community. Folding him in increases the town’s flexibility and capacity for care. Everyone wins.

It’s a lesson above all others that I hope my children take from this year. More important than how to make pasta. More important than how to conjugate irregular Italian verbs. More important than an increased sense of scope and possibility. In fact, it’s the most important lesson of all.

We, all of us, get a place at the table.

Michelle Pina Damiani is a freelance writer and food lover currently living in Spello, Italy for a year. A practicing clinical psychologist based in Charlottesville, Virginia, Michelle writes candidly about child-rearing, limitations, finding joy, and loving pasta at Il Bel Centro: a Year in the Beautiful Center. You can find her blog at www.ilbelcentro.com.

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  • Sharifah

    Love this article! I wish there were schools like this in the US. That’s what we are missing in this society…caring for others despite whatever a person’s needs are.

  • Sandy Miller-Jacobs

    Schools in America have changed, perhaps slowly over time, but for the past 15 years or so, inclusive education is now the primary way students receive their education. All students begin in the general classroom and special services are often delivered in that setting. Self-contained classes and resource rooms are no longer the norm for special education services. In fact if a child is pulled out they need to explain that in the IEP. Boston public schools is requesting a $6 million dollar increase due to the number of students with special needs being served, including students on the Autism Spectrum. I have seen students without language, using wheelchairs, and with LD and Down syndrome are all included in the “regular” classroom. Schools are using differentiated instruction to accommodate the variety of learners in the classroom. As a teacher educator, I have been in numerous schools in our suburbs and inner cities and inclusion is alive and well in at least Massachusetts!

  • http://www.masterpiece.co.uk Myles McCormick

    Alessandro is the downs syndrome guy from Spello you refer to in the article. The gentleness and consideration shown to him by everyone in the town is genuine and heartwarming. The commonality, matter-of -fact integration is a lesson to us all.