Back to School
Here we go again.
I hate being the squeaky wheel but I will do anything to help my son and if that means I have to get in your face, you bet your undeserved pension I will!!
I despise going back each year and having to go through all of the hoops to be sure my son is safe during the 6 hours a day that he is with these people. I have to rely on them and I don’t even know them.
I do believe to become a teacher, you must care about kids, right? My experience has taught me that often times that initial care gives way to bitterness and distance.
So, I must start the year off with a welcome letter, a brief description of my son and his difficulties. I very politely ask for a meeting as soon as possible, and hope for the best. Especially during those first days when they are uninformed and he is at his peak of anxiety and sleep disruption - both of which are his biggest triggers. It’s the perfect storm and he’s going it alone.
Some years we get lucky. They want to do all they can. They offer suggestions and graciously accept our offer of free educational seminars, in which they will get educational credit for, provided by The Epilepsy Foundation. Then there are those times when we have to put our gloves on and fight for everything.
It is beyond my comprehension why any of them would turn down the opportunity to learn more about ways to help their students in need. Even if you have “had training in the past” you can always gain more insight and things are constantly changing. Flight attendants have to renew their training every year. Why on earth wouldn’t we want those watching over our children more educated? Not only are they not well informed, they have such a complete lack of understanding of children with special needs that they usually simply assume the child is acting out or the parents are difficult.
Why do we the parents have to work so hard to get the schools to do what’s right?
I carefully word my emails, ask for meetings, and patiently wait...
A week passes. No response yet...
I send a message to his PE teacher explaining that if he starts to feel bad, he is to sit or lay down on the ground. Getting as low as he can just incase it becomes convulsive in order to avoid injury. If he needs to go to the nurse’s office, he can not be sent alone. Common sense, right? But, I need to say it. He has gotten in trouble in the past for sitting down in PE and I’d like to avoid that.
Finally, a response...
The first thing I notice, even though the subject line is simply my son’s name, she is referring to him by the wrong name. This tells me that she has made NO attempt to even find out who he is, let alone watch out for his well being. She mentions my sending “multiple emails”(apparently annoyed) she goes on to tell me that she has 47 students in her class and can not guarantee she’ll see anything, she will “NOT” leave her class if he “needs assistance(leaving class)” and she will have to schedule a sub in order to go to any training(another annoyance) She then lists her experience with developmental disabilities and states that she has had “multiple trainers” and finishes with “thanks for the communication!”
All I can say is, WOW!
This one is from the school psychologist that we have been communicating with since his transition from elementary school...
I will look into weather another training is necessary
This looks like it’s gonna be a rough year :(
I better dust off those old gloves...