Today is 14 August 2025. On this day, Calder travelled independently to and from work for the first time. Calder is 20 years old and autistic. We stay in Hougang. Calder works at Siglap.
Calder started working at Dignity of Work in St Andrew's Autism Centre this June. It is a one-year trial program, a part-time sheltered workshop that involves urban farming of green vegetables.
When I was told he had passed the assessment for this program, I didn't know if it was good news because we stay so far away and there's no transport provided. I don't drive and I don't have a domestic helper to tag along with him. What this means is that I would have to be the one to accompany him on public transport, wait for him to finish work before accompanying him home.
I happened to be on a teaching break (the module I usually teach at SIT is not offered during this trimester) so I decided to give it a go. It's good to have something to occupy Calder. And during the assessment, I saw that he was very happy to return to his old school at St Andrew's. We chose the afternoon shift because then we can sleep till we naturally wake. Calder would work from 1.30 to 5pm.
I knew that for this arrangement to be sustainable, Calder might have to learn to travel to work on his own. So instead of a long ride on Bus 43 (I was concerned he might miss the stop or press the bell too late or get down from the upper deck too slowly - he likes to sit right at the back of buses and prefers to wait for the bus to stop before getting up), I decided we would use the MRT.
So, I started bringing Calder to St Andrew's Autism Centre on a one-and-half-hour journey, waiting for him to finish work before accompanying him home on another one-and-half-hour journey. How did I spend the 3-and-half hours waiting for him? I imagined myself a tourist and walked around first Bedok, then Marine Parade. It's not easy because I was used to napping in the afternoon. The new routine meant that I got so tired from walking and not napping that I could hardly stay awake to help Calder practise piano in the evenings. No energy definitely to enjoy my nightly leisure (watching variety shows) after Calder had gone to bed.
By the 3rd week, I felt like a restless zombie. It didn't help that when school reopened in July for St Andrew's students, the caregivers' corner was so crowded with domestic helpers that sometimes I had no place to sit while waiting for Calder near the entrance. I didn't think I could keep at this, not if I wanted to return to work in September.
So I asked if Calder could take the school bus with St Andrew's students. But the school does not operate during school holidays. Do we want to pay the full fee even when we have to make our own way in December and weeks of November? And there's no transport subsidy because Calder is on a trial sheltered workshop program. We found out that without subsidy, monthly transport fee would be more than $500. That decided it: Calder would learn to take public transport to work.
What took us so long to decide? It's because Calder hardly talks and doesn't ask for help. He doesn't want to answer questions either. What would happen if he gets lost or encounters train disruptions? When I took the train with him, I saw how crowded it was on the way home. How would he be able to get off the train if he doesn't loudly say "excuse me"?
But I saw that he knew the way to and from work, because he was always walking ahead of me. Like a robot, he could be trusted to operate on auto-pilot, if everything else stays constant. Regarding the crowded train on the way home, I taught him to move to the door at Serangoon station where many people would get off (and many would enter).
But I focussed first on the trip to work because that's during off-peak hours and easier to navigate. Using color note app, I created a checklist of steps that would lead Calder to St Andrew's. Then slowly, I began disappearing from the last steps. In other words, I left Calder earlier and earlier on the way to work. For instance, one day I said goodbye to him at Exit 2 of Siglap mrt station. The next day, I said goodbye at the mrt gantry. The following day, I dropped off the train earlier at Marine Parade, letting him travel to Siglap by himself. Later, I sent him until Outram mrt, letting him make his way to the brown line himself. Now, I say goodbye to him at our door.
To track him as he travels by himself, I use the Find Hub app on his handphone. I also put my telephone number at the back of his bus card, stating clearly that he has autism. I let him wear a sunflower lanyard signalling his hidden disability (though this doesn't seem to be well understood by Singaporeans, including transport crew). Acting upon a runner friend's suggestion, I also weaved an identity tag (with my phone number) through the lace of his right shoe. Later, we bought a visual tracker from Taobao that connects with his handphone's hotspot to allow us to see his journey in real-time (though image is blurry during movement).
After training him to go to work on his own, I started training him to return home. It was the same journey in reverse. I didn't think he needed a checklist but created one anyway to remind him to eat a snack first (so he wouldn't be unstable due to hunger) and to move to the door at Serangoon station (so it's easier for him to exit two stops later). Once again, I began disappearing from the end of the checklist. But I saw that even though I said goodbye, he was apt to wait for me because Mommy had to get home anyway. So I found legitimate reasons to part. For instance, I let him drop off at Hougang while I continued the journey to Buangkok, explaining that Mommy had to go buy grocery. Later, I dropped off at Marine Parade on the reason that I wanted to pack duck rice for our dinner. For the return journey, it helped when Calder's Dad was home to receive him. Often, I told Calder Daddy was waiting to go jogging with him. That gave him something to go home to.
We saw on Find Hub that Calder would linger at certain places. Through the visual tracker, we confirmed that he was playing at the lifts. Since young, Calder likes to press lift buttons. It became an obsession where he would expand the circle of lifts to visit. Once he even dashed across the road to reach an opposite lift. That's when I decided to put a stop to this hobby and consciously steered him away. After Covid, I explained to him that pressing lift buttons collects germs on our finger. (Unfortunately, germs that can't be seen are too abstract to be effective deterrent.) But now that he's been granted the freedom to travel, he has returned to his passion. I saw recently that he's once again pressing the button of every lift he passes. I do not wish to see him go out of the way to visit lifts. It was especially concerning when the visual tracker showed him returning to the same lift three times before coming home. I do not wish Calder to get trapped in loops or obsessions again. Maybe I can entice him to return home directly by telling him there's nice drink or food waiting for him.
After weeks of training, today is the day to let him not just go but also come back from work by himself. I sent the checklist to his job coaches and asked one staff to help me turn on the visual tracker on his haversack (it has limited battery power), before he made his way home. Thereafter I enjoyed the luxury of an unhurried nap and then grocery shopping. At the supermarket, I received notification that Calder had been sent on his way home and hopefully the tracker worked.
Thank God it did. The tracker showed Calder to be at the back of a very crowded train. Then Find Hub showed that he didn't get off at Hougang as he ought. Most likely he couldn't get out. Calder's Dad left the house to look for him. I stayed home, toggling between Find Hub and the visual tracker to locate Calder. The problem with Find Hub is that sometimes it cannot detect location, especially when the train is underground. Likewise, the visual tracker cannot load when there's limited data. But the latter is comforting because watching Calder's surroundings made me feel like I am travelling with him. When the visual tracker showed Hougang interchange (it could report only to one phone and that's mine), I informed Calder's Dad to come home.
Calder finally reached home, thirty minutes late and rather subdued. I assume it must have been a harrowing experience when he couldn't get off the train. (The visual tracker showed him crossing over to the opposite platform at Punggol station.) Soon after, Daddy came home, with a cup of ijooz for Calder. We congratulated him for being brave and successfully making his way home. He didn't grin at the orange juice, probably still in stunned mode. But he downed it quickly enough.
I was keeping a St Andrew's staff updated on Calder's trip home. When it became clear that Calder was safely making his way back, the staff asked me an interesting question: On a scale of 1-10, what is my level of fear or concern allowing Calder to travel on his own? I told the staff that this question requires reflection, which I shall do here.
There're reasons why I waited 20 years to teach Calder to travel independently. Besides his reluctance to talk, he has seldom shown initiative to contact us. The handphone he has with him is for us to track him and for him to play word games. Of course, now it's also handy for check-listing. Calder is also reveted by children crying (he would very likely miss his stop if this happens when he should alight) and can get triggered if he hears the angry tone of a scolding parent. If I have any fears, it's that I wouldn't be around to calm him if he melts down en route. What if he stands too close to other people (I had to remind him to leave a gap when standing on escalator) and get reprimanded himself? What if he snatches his favourite seat (which happens to be any corner priority seats facing the opening doors) when there are old people standing? What if transport crew use too stern a tone to issue instructions? What if he has drunk too much water and is urgently in need of a toilet during the long journey? What if he meets fierce dogs walking from St Andrew's to Siglap station? What if it rains heavily and he carries his umbrella on one side as usual? All these concerns make me waver over the scale of 1 to 10.
That said, I think I'm on the higher side of the scale because I'm by nature optimistic. I'm also on the higher side because I have supernatural help.
Not long ago, I read this bible verse:
Hebrews 1:14 NIV
Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?
There's also my favorite verse:
Psalms 34:7 NIV
The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them.
Even as I pray every day that Calder would be protected as he travels by himself, I'm assured that God's angel/s accompany him when I'm not around.
And God watches out for us. Calder was supposed to go to work by himself as usual two days ago. But I had a Bible Study Fellowship gathering and made my way to Buangkok mrt station one hour before he set off. Buangkok station was in semi-darkness that morning. I realized that there was a power outage that affected the northeast line - I had to take the bus to get to my destination. Most importantly, I was in time to alert Calder's Dad to not let Calder set off for work. If not for going to Buangkok station earlier, I wouldn't have known of the train disruption. And Calder would have been stranded at Hougang mrt. I was so grateful that God had once again filled in where I was lacking.
The day before was a Monday with no work for Calder because a break was instituted due to National Day, though not a public holiday. I forgot and was ready to send Calder off to travel to Siglap on his own, if not for his sister telling me she had no school that day. Imagine him travelling all the way to St Andrew's only to face an empty or even locked centre.
There was even once when I let him cross the overhead bridge to take the bus without his bus card. (I hadn't realized it when I took a picture of him in his getup, thinking such a picture would be handy if he gets lost and I need to ask passers-by if they've seen him.) After he got on the bus, I wondered why it didn't move off immediately. Later I figured it must have been because he couldn't pay for the trip. When I returned home from seeing Calder off, I saw his bus card hanging by the entrance! Without a transport card, it is impossible to cross the mrt gantry. I got on my bicycle and raced after him. But I missed him because he was making his way home. I hadn't known that and tried video-calling him, using Find Hub's sound alarm to alert him to pick up his phone. He saw me on the screen and grinned but as usual didn't talk. I asked him to turn around so I could ascertain his whereabouts. He didn't but I saw from his background that it's because he was on the bus. I assured him that Mommy was going to find him. Find Hub confirmed his direction, so I turned my bicycle around. When I returned home, he had already reached home, leaving the door open. It was already running late - I thought I'd excuse him from work, until I realised he had returned home to get his bus card and was ready to set off again. Through this incident, I discovered that he could go home on Bus 27 himself and he was more resilient than I thought.
I'm actually a rather blur person, forgetting things and leaving out important details. Left to my own device, Calder would often be stranded. So I'm thankful for God sending me reminders and alerts and giving me the presence of mind to make snap decisions.
I see the need to train Calder because among the sheltered workshops, only MINDS provides transport to and from home. When I was searching for an after-18 program for him, I saw that many doors would open if he could cross this hurdle.
Certainly the staff at St Andrew's Autism Centre boosted my efforts. The job coaches let me know when Calder has arrived and help me remind him to send me his selfie upon arrival. One even volunteered to pick up Calder at Siglap mrt for a start and was ready to search for him there when Find Hub showed him lingering. From the staff, I received texts like "It's amazing how you've gotten him to come over from Hougang independently" and "I'm impressed with how you are doing this" - timely encouragements that provided strong wind beneath my wings.
I'm also in the process of translating "My Way: 31 Stories of Independent Autism" into Mandarin to benefit Chinese-speaking readers. In one of the stories (Time to Train), the interviewee revealed that being bullied trained him to cope with problems. It dawned on me that Calder would also need to learn to cope with unexpected changes. Hence, turn of events (like him missing his stop today) is not unfortunate but an opportunity. I'm impressed he knows to cross over to the opposite platform at Punggol. And the incident has shown him another way to get home if it's too crowded to alight.
To guard against train disruptions, I set a handphone alarm to check train service status before sending Calder off to travel on his own. I've also written to the transport minister to encourage transport crew to look out for persons with intellectual disability in the event of train disruptions. If Calder should meet with other obstacles, I pray that he would find a way around. Meanwhile, may God's angel/s keep him calm and send him home safely each day.