Off to Chicago today for our Ligas Informational Session.
Here are some notes from the Pay For Success Webinar today. This webinar will be posted soon.
Illinois has had Pay for Success since 2014. It is based on a model developed in the UK in 2010. The initiative has a national website: http://www.payforsuccess.org/
All of the slides from today and answers to participants questions are supposed to be posted on this website. The program was designed to serve “extremely hard to serve populations that currently have poor outcomes”.
All speakers repeatedly emphasized that this is for “citizens of Illinois”.
What they are seeking at present is for service providers to respond to their “Request for Information” by April 12 with their ideas re “how to serve” these populations while ensuring long-term savings to the state and setting up programs of sufficient scale to be formally evaluated.
They said that they will then decide if/when to let an RFP “in the future”.
Their idea is to have “investors” who will front funds to “intermediaries”, along with “independent evaluators”. The state will only reimburse investors if the evaluators can prove that “dollars were saved” and “recidivism prevented” (i.e. that people did not return to more costly institutional settings).
Several people asked “who would be the investors?”- the response was “that’s a good question- we’ll post answer on website”. More to come
Quite a story from The Mighty below.
It started like every other night. It could have been any other ordinary day. Any at all. The same instructions had been given. The same teeth-brushing arguments, both pro and con, had been repeated. The blessed melatonin had been given. We sat down and pulled open the devotion book, but we never read past the date – April 2.
Before I even realized what I was saying, I asked the kids if they knew it was World Autism Awareness Day. They looked interested and were being exceptionally angelic at the moment. So I took it a little bit further. “You’ve heard the word, ‘autism,’ many times. But do you know what it means?” They shook their heads and wanted to know more.
It was happening. We had anticipated this moment for four years. When would we tell Caleb about his autism? How would we tell him? We decided on the gradual method of slowly, bit by bit and inch by inch, laying down the groundwork. We wanted them to have a firm foundation in knowing everyone is different and that is a beautiful thing. We wanted them to be solid on the fact that we believe God has created each and every one of us so beautifully and wondrously and intricately and intentionally. We wanted them to have the practice of loving others and seeing past differences to the heart and soul.
Years of anticipating this moment, sometimes eagerly and sometimes anxiously, and it was here. Even in those first few moments, I was unsure if I should shut it down. My husband Jake was still at work. He was missing this milestone. But the ball was rolling, and it was rolling down a steep hill. It felt right to allow it to continue on its path. Wherever it led.
We talked about what ASD is and how it can make some things easier and others more challenging. I told them about some common experiences among those who live life on the spectrum. And I simply asked if it sounded like anyone we might know. I could see his wheels turning. I showed them the episode of “Arthur” (“When Carl Met George”), and within 35 seconds, it happened.
Right there, right smack in the middle of our messy living room with the laundry piled high and the dinner dishes still on the table and the trash waiting to be taken out, with us and the dog all squished together on the couch, it happened. It started with his eyes. They looked brighter. After five or so minutes, his face had changed. He looked older somehow. By the time the video was over, he was eagerly asking, “Mom? Do I have ASD?”
I took a shaky breath and said confidently – no wait – I said proudly, “Yes, buddy. You do.
What do you think about that?”
And he knew.
And just. like. it happened to us when we received his diagnosis, his life began flashing before his eyes. He was seeing it all with a fresh understanding. His filter had changed.
And he understood.
And he told me about how the things, the hard things, he now knows were the challenging parts of his ASD. And we talked about how far he’s come. And how much he’s overcome. And how he has done the hard things and how he can continue to do the hard things.
And he was proud.
Jake came home from work to find his boy had grown. Caleb seemed to stand taller as he told his dad about ASD and how God had made his brain special.
He went to bed that night having diagnosed our dog with autism as well. “She loves her toy like I love trains.” And any loneliness he might have felt dissolved away in the solidarity of puppy kisses.
He woke the next morning, ready to share himself with the world.
So, world? Get ready. You’re about to get a whole lot of awesome.
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