A couple months ago a friend of mine approached me during pick up at the boys' school. He had a big stack of papers that he’d downloaded from the TSA website. He told me about a new-ish program called “TSACares.” A program that assigns those with special needs a “Passenger Support Specialist” to help them through the security line at the airport. My friend knew we’d had problems with security lines before. I choose not to let my boys go through the scanners, or metal detectors. Sometimes people go through and nothing alarms, and nothing happens to their pumps. Sometimes people go through and their pumps stop working.
With my family’s track record? Yeah, I’m not messing around.
In the past we’ve had security officials urge us to go through. Arguing back and forth, debating the safety of sending pumps through the scanners. With all due respect, I think I know a lot more information about my boys’ insulin pumps than they do. I have rights. And I’ve often had to bring out printouts from their own websites to show them said rights. Also, with three T1’s, sometimes it takes time to get the necessary personnel down to security to do the pat down, swab their hands, or go through their backpacks. Last year in Orlando we had a to wait a half hour for them to get there.
Then there is this:
Then there is this:
Brilliantly drawn by Mike Lawson
Especially frustrating is every airport seems to have different guidelines. We’ve had different experiences and different protocols at every airport we’ve visited. So not knowing what to expect can be super frustrating.
Enter in: TSA Cares.
I called their hotline a few days before we were leaving. A very nice person took all our information. Since we were flying from San Francisco to Orlando, they gave me the direct line to the manager of the Passenger Support Specialists in San Francisco. I called them, and they told me to give them a ring on a different line as soon as we arrived at the airport.
I did so.
After we got our boarding passes and checked in our baggage I called them again to tell them we were ready to go through security. While on the phone they found me on a security camera and sent over a manager to help us out. To my surprise, the manager led us over to a “secret” security area, away from all the rest. Later I would figure out that this was the employee security area. There was no one else there, and the people were super friendly.
They did not pat down any of the kids; they didn’t even make them take off their shoes. They swabbed their fingers, and other than discovering M shoved a can of shaving cream into his backpack, it was the easiest, and smoothest time through security ever. No stress. All smiles. A total win.
Orlando was different. Not shockaprising.
Joanne from “Death of a Pancreas” texted me to tell me her Passenger Support Specialist called her cell phone as soon as they got off the bus from the hotel at the airport. When we got off the bus later that day I was clasping my cell, waiting for my phone call. It never came. I called the TSA Cares helpline and they said Orlando knew I was coming, so just let the TSA agent know when we got to security and it would be taken care of.
When we were checking our baggage I mentioned it to the Virgin America ticket agent. She had no clue what a “Passenger Support Specialist” was.
When we got to security I grabbed an agent and told them we called ahead of time for a Passenger Support Specialist (PSS) and we needed to find one. He made some calls with no one calling back. He went back to the office and then came back to tell me someone was on it. No one was really sure who the PSS was for this shift. It took about 25 minutes for the PSS to find us, and even then she said they weren’t aware that we were coming…admitting this wasn’t unusual. She brought us through the wheel chair security line that was significantly shorter than the others. She explained to us who needed to take off their shoes, and was very kind explaining to the boys what to do with their computers. I went through first, and she brought my 3 boys with the pumps through a separate gate.
They swabbed everyone’s hands and gave J a thorough pat down. It would have been really easy; except my littlest L left a spray bottle fan that he bought at Disney in his backpack full of water. The TSA guy looked at me and told me what happened.
“Do you need to throw it away? It was almost $20.”
“I’m supposed to, but I’ll just dump it out and put the backpack through the scanner again.”
Then came the surprise.
The PSS asks us, “How did this work for you? Did it help?”
I said, “All in all it was much better. Having you tell everyone how it’s going to go down helped a lot.”
“Well then get the word out, because if people don’t use our service more, then we will go away.”
They actually WANT all of us to call and use Passenger Support Specialists when we fly. If the program isn’t used, it will disappear.
In the back of my head I worried that a huge slew of T1 families would use the service during that day and they would be sick of us. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Sadly, I’m pretty sure most of the families at the conference didn’t know about this service.
Now you do.
I think we all can agree that we want TSA to care for as long as possible!