I am happy to say we have reached what appears to be an amicable solution to our dilemma! (We were not hopeful) I am told that where we live, successful outcomes are an anomaly. Due to the confidentiality agreement, I can not go into details. All I can say is that everything we wanted was addressed successfully...except for a certain person who wants to charge me 35 cents per page of my son's records. It seems a bit high to us, but that is a small skirmish compared to everything else we have been working on.
That is not to say that this has not been a battle. I've had doubts that I could continue, I had lost faith in an otherwise fantastic school system, and I have moved all of my kids out of their current school in order to get them away from an administration that touted a "Zero Tolerance Bullying Policy" while effectively bullying my son and my family in the process. My husband and I have argued about how to proceed, whether we should proceed, and if we could afford to proceed if it became necessary to go to court. We have been fighting meltdowns every morning in getting our son to school and his sisters have been edgy waiting for the next one to erupt. I have run the gamut of emotions dealing with this drama. We have won this battle, but there is still a war going on.
When we told our son that this drama was finished, I could see him relax. He is now willing not only to go to school, but he gets on the bus without argument. At recess he has started playing soccer with some of the other boys who have willingly and patiently taught him. (This is huge! He approached them and asked if he could play!)
I am not stopping this fight, however. Our struggles were much milder than many others I have heard, but that does not make it okay and that does not mean there won't be another gifted Aspie struggling to make it through school. I am going to become an advocate. My advocates have been fantastic. They supported our position and were great cheerleaders. Just knowing we had someone who understood and had been through it and were there for us really made things easier. I want to do that for other families too.
The biggest lessons I have learned from this are to get an advocate before you think you need one, learn everything you can about how the IEP works in your area, and save every last piece of paperwork they give you. Know your rights and do not back down! Your child's future depends on it!
I am ending this blog here because things are slowing down and I have less to say in big blocks. I really thought this fight would last a lot longer, although I am not complaining that it is over. Any further news will be on my Facebook Page: Aspie Families. Feel free to like the page, share it, and join in the discussion. It's still new, but I keep up with it a little better. Feel free to share this blog as well, as I hope it helps others who feel hopeless where their children's education is concerned. There is hope, and success is possible, I promise!
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Friday, March 22, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
The Cultural Evolution of Aspergers
Today I started reading blogs and posts of Autism and Aspergers groups I follow, and a few of them got me to thinking. One said Aspergers is somewhere between Autism and Normal. The other asked, "What do you think of the term 'Aspie' to describe those individuals diagnosed with Asprgers?" Curious, I asked my Aspie why he prefers that term. His response was that Aspergers Syndrome or Autism Spectrum Disorder makes him feel like there is something wrong with him. Aspie is just who he is and makes him feel unique.
Aspie is who he is. So I wonder if this is not a disorder, but more of an evolution of human culture. If there is ever a majority of people on the Spectrum, then how would the rest of us define "normal" or "neuro-typical"? We would be the "weird" ones, the "freaks." So maybe society needs a new perspective.
Is someone "weird" just because they don't understand your language? When I worked at a major theme park in Orlando, Florida, I had the unique experience of working with people from all over the world; and while our languages were structured differently and the purpose of words varied, we still found ways to communicate. Sometimes, my Aspie will say things that are well-meaning, but can hurt his sisters' or peers' feelings. That of course, works both ways because he doesn't always interpret our language appropriately.
And even when we did speak the same language, different words had very different meanings. A fanny pack in the USA is not the same thing as in the UK. Don't test this one. Likewise my Aspie still says "playdate" instead of "hangout." To him, they are virtually the same. However, one will get him dirty looks from his peers.
A well-meaning gesture of "ok" or "peace" or asking for a "party of two" to fill a busy ride could send a very opposite message to people from Brazil or Australians and Europeans. And just like you cannot tell just by looking that someone might be an Aspie, you can't always tell just by a cursory glance which country others are from.
When I was in second-grade a few years ago (yes a few, don't argue!)my teacher gave me the opportunity to help a new student from Japan. Her name was Maki. My first impression was that she smelled different, but that was neither here nor there. Her lunches were different, her utensils were different, her clothes were different, too. It didn't matter. We became friends. I helped her with American customs and words and she taught me Japanese customs and words in return. Of course, I also remember a Michael who got me in trouble for teaching me some American and much less appropriate words. I preferred Maki's cultural education, and even now, I remember the impression she left on me.
People from the Aspie culture tend to use different coping mechanisms than the Neuro-typical culture and because they are different, we deem them as freakish and weird, rather than Aspergian. Often they speak a different dialect of the same language, making us understanding them and them understanding us take a few seconds longer and maybe even a little more effort and patience. They don't seek out attention, but that doesn't mean they won't accept it. They are not usually skilled at making friends, but that doesn't mean they don't want them and won't be good friends in return. Their gestures might seem foreign, but to them their movements are perfectly natural and acceptable. While they may seem very different, they do have a lot to teach us. Don't believe me? Ever heard of Sir Isaac Newton? Thomas Jefferson? Jim Henson? Adam Young of Owl City? Albert Einstein? Beethoven? Jane Austen? I could go on. All of them either had, have, or have been speculated to have had Aspergers.
To think of Aspergers as a disorder seems, to me, to be a misnomer. If we "normal" people were more accepting and willing to learn and embrace, maybe those with Asperger's wouldn't feel like outsiders. And, just maybe, we would see the world a little more clearly, too.
Aspie is who he is. So I wonder if this is not a disorder, but more of an evolution of human culture. If there is ever a majority of people on the Spectrum, then how would the rest of us define "normal" or "neuro-typical"? We would be the "weird" ones, the "freaks." So maybe society needs a new perspective.
Is someone "weird" just because they don't understand your language? When I worked at a major theme park in Orlando, Florida, I had the unique experience of working with people from all over the world; and while our languages were structured differently and the purpose of words varied, we still found ways to communicate. Sometimes, my Aspie will say things that are well-meaning, but can hurt his sisters' or peers' feelings. That of course, works both ways because he doesn't always interpret our language appropriately.
And even when we did speak the same language, different words had very different meanings. A fanny pack in the USA is not the same thing as in the UK. Don't test this one. Likewise my Aspie still says "playdate" instead of "hangout." To him, they are virtually the same. However, one will get him dirty looks from his peers.
A well-meaning gesture of "ok" or "peace" or asking for a "party of two" to fill a busy ride could send a very opposite message to people from Brazil or Australians and Europeans. And just like you cannot tell just by looking that someone might be an Aspie, you can't always tell just by a cursory glance which country others are from.
When I was in second-grade a few years ago (yes a few, don't argue!)my teacher gave me the opportunity to help a new student from Japan. Her name was Maki. My first impression was that she smelled different, but that was neither here nor there. Her lunches were different, her utensils were different, her clothes were different, too. It didn't matter. We became friends. I helped her with American customs and words and she taught me Japanese customs and words in return. Of course, I also remember a Michael who got me in trouble for teaching me some American and much less appropriate words. I preferred Maki's cultural education, and even now, I remember the impression she left on me.
People from the Aspie culture tend to use different coping mechanisms than the Neuro-typical culture and because they are different, we deem them as freakish and weird, rather than Aspergian. Often they speak a different dialect of the same language, making us understanding them and them understanding us take a few seconds longer and maybe even a little more effort and patience. They don't seek out attention, but that doesn't mean they won't accept it. They are not usually skilled at making friends, but that doesn't mean they don't want them and won't be good friends in return. Their gestures might seem foreign, but to them their movements are perfectly natural and acceptable. While they may seem very different, they do have a lot to teach us. Don't believe me? Ever heard of Sir Isaac Newton? Thomas Jefferson? Jim Henson? Adam Young of Owl City? Albert Einstein? Beethoven? Jane Austen? I could go on. All of them either had, have, or have been speculated to have had Aspergers.
To think of Aspergers as a disorder seems, to me, to be a misnomer. If we "normal" people were more accepting and willing to learn and embrace, maybe those with Asperger's wouldn't feel like outsiders. And, just maybe, we would see the world a little more clearly, too.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Meltdown At School
Today I received an email from Connor's teacher saying that he was having a rough day and did something happen at home?
At home? No, but school has been stressing him out, did she not realize this? No? I could have sworn it had come up at some point in the last two months. Oh, well, Surprise!
So I went to the school and asked to speak to him. I knew he was on the verge of a meltdown. He came to the office with the Special Ed teacher, his eyes wide and vacant. He wouldn't speak. I tried taking him out of the office and finally got him to talk a bit. Then the tears began to roll down his cheeks.
Eventually, I was able to get some information from him, enough that we went back to the office to chat with the Sped teacher. We went to the conference room. Connor paced around the large wooden table, eventually settling into the chair at the head of the table. Finally, a weak smile. We were getting somewhere.
"Connor, what's wrong?" "I don't want to be here."
"Connor, why did you throw your binder across the room?" "I was frustrated."
"Connor, why were you frustrated?" "I don't know."
"Connor, what happened that made you frustrated?" "She's mad at me."
"Who is mad at you?" "My teacher."
"Why is she mad at you?" "I don't know."
"Why do you think she is mad at you?" "She raised her voice."
Digging up this much information took half an hour. Eventually, Connor opened up about his fear of being suspended again, being bored in class, trying to read when the whole class was talking, etc. His sped teacher explained they were working on higher-end activities for him to keep him from being as bored. I asked why this was not done already (Guess what? It's in his IEP that he should be getting it.) and she said because they had not realized Connor was this frustrated about it. So it takes my son throwing things and screaming and crying before we realize he really might need some help? I warned them yesterday that he was struggling to keep his composure, but I guess they thought I was joking. I know, I know, why does anything surprise me with this?
We also discussed Connor's stimming, and the Functional Behavioral Assessment person is assisting them with a more effective goal checklist and reward system. Hopefully that means her assessment will be on target. And, I managed to get her to agree to find a more appropriate way for him to vent frustration before it gets to the level it did today. We will see.
Finally, we convinced him that we had plans in place to help with boredom and frustration. Connor stopped crying and I managed to get a small laugh out of him. (He said he can't go back to class. I told him "can't" is a bad word. He said, "I can not go back to class.) At this point, I knew we had him back. After a little more resistance, we finally got him to return to class (an hour later).
As I was leaving, the principal had the nerve to ask me if he was feeling better. I had my littlest kid with me as she was sick from school today which may have just saved me from telling the principal where she could stick her phony compassion.
When we got home, I received a call from the judge who will be mediating our case. Everything that is discussed in mediation is confidential, so I may not get to share juicy details. Hopefully we can resolve this here, and we do have an advocate going to assist us. Otherwise, it's off to court we go.
Right now, though, I just hope Connor's day got better.
At home? No, but school has been stressing him out, did she not realize this? No? I could have sworn it had come up at some point in the last two months. Oh, well, Surprise!
So I went to the school and asked to speak to him. I knew he was on the verge of a meltdown. He came to the office with the Special Ed teacher, his eyes wide and vacant. He wouldn't speak. I tried taking him out of the office and finally got him to talk a bit. Then the tears began to roll down his cheeks.
Eventually, I was able to get some information from him, enough that we went back to the office to chat with the Sped teacher. We went to the conference room. Connor paced around the large wooden table, eventually settling into the chair at the head of the table. Finally, a weak smile. We were getting somewhere.
"Connor, what's wrong?" "I don't want to be here."
"Connor, why did you throw your binder across the room?" "I was frustrated."
"Connor, why were you frustrated?" "I don't know."
"Connor, what happened that made you frustrated?" "She's mad at me."
"Who is mad at you?" "My teacher."
"Why is she mad at you?" "I don't know."
"Why do you think she is mad at you?" "She raised her voice."
Digging up this much information took half an hour. Eventually, Connor opened up about his fear of being suspended again, being bored in class, trying to read when the whole class was talking, etc. His sped teacher explained they were working on higher-end activities for him to keep him from being as bored. I asked why this was not done already (Guess what? It's in his IEP that he should be getting it.) and she said because they had not realized Connor was this frustrated about it. So it takes my son throwing things and screaming and crying before we realize he really might need some help? I warned them yesterday that he was struggling to keep his composure, but I guess they thought I was joking. I know, I know, why does anything surprise me with this?
We also discussed Connor's stimming, and the Functional Behavioral Assessment person is assisting them with a more effective goal checklist and reward system. Hopefully that means her assessment will be on target. And, I managed to get her to agree to find a more appropriate way for him to vent frustration before it gets to the level it did today. We will see.
Finally, we convinced him that we had plans in place to help with boredom and frustration. Connor stopped crying and I managed to get a small laugh out of him. (He said he can't go back to class. I told him "can't" is a bad word. He said, "I can not go back to class.) At this point, I knew we had him back. After a little more resistance, we finally got him to return to class (an hour later).
As I was leaving, the principal had the nerve to ask me if he was feeling better. I had my littlest kid with me as she was sick from school today which may have just saved me from telling the principal where she could stick her phony compassion.
When we got home, I received a call from the judge who will be mediating our case. Everything that is discussed in mediation is confidential, so I may not get to share juicy details. Hopefully we can resolve this here, and we do have an advocate going to assist us. Otherwise, it's off to court we go.
Right now, though, I just hope Connor's day got better.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
"I Don't Want To Be Fixed!"
I took my son to the neurologist today. When he wondered why he was there, he asked, "Are they going to fix me? I don't want to be fixed!" He has learned to view his differences as gifts, or if not gifts, then the things that make him special and unique. Personally, I don't think he is broken. I think he is brave and just plain awesome. (And it turns out his brain is fine, too.)
Today was a rough day school-wise, the teachers are frustrated because he won't stop humming and blurting answers, but won't give him more challenging work because he refuses to focus and take notes (He has over 100% average in Social Studies. If it was that easy, I don't think I would take notes either). They keep him in the same PE class as his accuser and tell him, and I quote, "You'll just have to handle it." So from home, I am trying to back up his teachers why he has to take notes, and how he can improve so he will be ready for Middle School, but I cannot get his teachers to back him up. In all fairness, we have had some amazing teachers. I won't even say his current teacher is bad. However, I do think the culture that the school and certain members of the district office have created do not in any way provide appropriate education for ALL students. From what I understand, there are great schools in our district and I know of several phenomenal teachers, but right now, it is very difficult to support anyone at that school. This is SO FRUSTRATING! And what I really don't understand is how the district can blatantly thumb their noses at IDEA (Individuals with Disabilities Education Act) and there are no repercussions from the State or Federal levels. It makes me TWITCH!
Sorry, I really had no intention to start another rant. What I really wanted to do was share my son's blog, an interesting perspective into his world. He wants to be able to advocate for kids like him which is admirable. I am monitoring it with him, but the words are his own. He hates to write but wants to share, so I am supporting it. If you share or comment, please keep it clean and respectful. It's one thing to see it from Mom's point-of-view; quite another to get a glimpse through his window....
My World (and how it drives everyone nuts!!!) http://cehsworld.blogspot.com/
Today was a rough day school-wise, the teachers are frustrated because he won't stop humming and blurting answers, but won't give him more challenging work because he refuses to focus and take notes (He has over 100% average in Social Studies. If it was that easy, I don't think I would take notes either). They keep him in the same PE class as his accuser and tell him, and I quote, "You'll just have to handle it." So from home, I am trying to back up his teachers why he has to take notes, and how he can improve so he will be ready for Middle School, but I cannot get his teachers to back him up. In all fairness, we have had some amazing teachers. I won't even say his current teacher is bad. However, I do think the culture that the school and certain members of the district office have created do not in any way provide appropriate education for ALL students. From what I understand, there are great schools in our district and I know of several phenomenal teachers, but right now, it is very difficult to support anyone at that school. This is SO FRUSTRATING! And what I really don't understand is how the district can blatantly thumb their noses at IDEA (Individuals with Disabilities Education Act) and there are no repercussions from the State or Federal levels. It makes me TWITCH!
Sorry, I really had no intention to start another rant. What I really wanted to do was share my son's blog, an interesting perspective into his world. He wants to be able to advocate for kids like him which is admirable. I am monitoring it with him, but the words are his own. He hates to write but wants to share, so I am supporting it. If you share or comment, please keep it clean and respectful. It's one thing to see it from Mom's point-of-view; quite another to get a glimpse through his window....
My World (and how it drives everyone nuts!!!) http://cehsworld.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
The Great SPED Coaster
If this drama were a real roller coaster, I'd have been puking weeks ago. I am so ready to get off this ride. Unfortunately, we are in it until it stops and I think I see the corkscrew coming up.
I hate hanging upside down, but I knew it was coming.: The district has formally disagreed with our administrative request against the principal. The school and district have "thoroughly" investigated and have found no wrongdoing. They have acted accordingly, just as they would for any student who exhibited the same behavior. Puke.
While it is frustrating, as long as they refuse to see my son as "Autistic," and prefer to instead brand him as "Bad," I really expect nothing more from them. I don't expect them to redirect his actions into more appropriate behaviors, nor anticipate praise when he makes a "good choice" on his own accord. Especially since, once again, he has had P.E. with his former classmates (who they HAD to get him away from) because, as his teacher said, it was my son's job to handle whatever happened in P.E., not the teachers' job. Awesome! I'm glad they are teaching my son some responsibility at school! One less thing the teachers have to handle. I know they are overworked, so I am glad they are cutting out the frivolous stuff, like making sure ALL the kids are safe. Puke.
Now the fun going down the hill part. I called the local Autism Society which was able to find me names of advocates. I have two now helping me, one of which is very indignant on our behalf. That's about as far as we have gone so far, but I feel very validated at least. Apparently we are not the only family in the area with similar problems, including buying cars from the same used-car dealer (see previous post). She is also helping us pursue further action which may take years, but I am invested now. I pull my safety harness until it clicks a little tighter.
Ooh! Now a really big drop! Going to release my death-grip on the harness for this one. Got to take my boy to see his new middle school last night. We haven't seen him so giddy--yes, giddy, really--since Christmas. He was so happy! And as much as I hate the idea of having a child old enough for middle school, I was giddy, too! I spoke with the guidance counselor at the school, and she was extremely helpful. She mentioned bringing in an autism specialist to figure out what my boy needs and to even work with his teachers to make sure he is successful in this new school. I teared up. It was embarrassing, but I cry over everything. I didn't district-bash, or principal-bash, but she really seemed to understand. Here's hoping....
So, now the coaster has stalled...all we can do is wait. I am not expecting our request for mediation to be accepted, which means we get to stay on the ride longer. Yay. However, I have more help now and more coming, so I don't know that I am prepared to finish this, but I will finish it, and not the way the school/district is pushing for. We are apparently not the only family on this roller coaster and some have been on it for years. If they can do it, I can. Bring. It. On!
I hate hanging upside down, but I knew it was coming.: The district has formally disagreed with our administrative request against the principal. The school and district have "thoroughly" investigated and have found no wrongdoing. They have acted accordingly, just as they would for any student who exhibited the same behavior. Puke.
While it is frustrating, as long as they refuse to see my son as "Autistic," and prefer to instead brand him as "Bad," I really expect nothing more from them. I don't expect them to redirect his actions into more appropriate behaviors, nor anticipate praise when he makes a "good choice" on his own accord. Especially since, once again, he has had P.E. with his former classmates (who they HAD to get him away from) because, as his teacher said, it was my son's job to handle whatever happened in P.E., not the teachers' job. Awesome! I'm glad they are teaching my son some responsibility at school! One less thing the teachers have to handle. I know they are overworked, so I am glad they are cutting out the frivolous stuff, like making sure ALL the kids are safe. Puke.
Now the fun going down the hill part. I called the local Autism Society which was able to find me names of advocates. I have two now helping me, one of which is very indignant on our behalf. That's about as far as we have gone so far, but I feel very validated at least. Apparently we are not the only family in the area with similar problems, including buying cars from the same used-car dealer (see previous post). She is also helping us pursue further action which may take years, but I am invested now. I pull my safety harness until it clicks a little tighter.
Ooh! Now a really big drop! Going to release my death-grip on the harness for this one. Got to take my boy to see his new middle school last night. We haven't seen him so giddy--yes, giddy, really--since Christmas. He was so happy! And as much as I hate the idea of having a child old enough for middle school, I was giddy, too! I spoke with the guidance counselor at the school, and she was extremely helpful. She mentioned bringing in an autism specialist to figure out what my boy needs and to even work with his teachers to make sure he is successful in this new school. I teared up. It was embarrassing, but I cry over everything. I didn't district-bash, or principal-bash, but she really seemed to understand. Here's hoping....
So, now the coaster has stalled...all we can do is wait. I am not expecting our request for mediation to be accepted, which means we get to stay on the ride longer. Yay. However, I have more help now and more coming, so I don't know that I am prepared to finish this, but I will finish it, and not the way the school/district is pushing for. We are apparently not the only family on this roller coaster and some have been on it for years. If they can do it, I can. Bring. It. On!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Where is a Special Ed Lawyer When You Need One?
Soooo......................
I've requested, in writing, the remainder of the school records that I asked for. Anyone able to guess what they told me?
In short, the answer was, "No." What? No one is shocked?
Neither was I, but the more I think about it, the more perturbed I get. (Perturbed has a stronger connotation in this case than its intended definition.) I was told I cannot have my son's special education records or IEP notes or testing evals. Somehow, they do not have the letter stating my son has Asperger's, even though they have made copies twice. I do have copies of the letter and the testings, but that is not the point.
Everyone with whom I have consulted has, in some fashion, told me to get a lawyer. Lawyers in other states have told me to get a lawyer. Parents insist on it. Fine. No problem. I would be delighted to! One teensy, tiny, little problem with that advice: There are no special education lawyers around here!
So, we are still pursuing this avenue. I have twenty tabs open on three computers of sites dedicated to IEPs and mediation, and special ed law, and state and federal regulations. I've spent hours researching. I've typed bazillions of emails. (DO NOT tell me that bazillions is not a word!) My brain hurts.
I wish I could go back to the brief moment in time when I was studying for the LSAT. I would become a special ed lawyer. I'd be swamped with cases, I am sure. Trouble is, I would make a lousy lawyer and until last month, I didn't even think about special ed beyond my son's own IEP. Oops! A costly learning moment there. Now I think about my son's struggles, possible retaliation on his sisters (unlikely, I know, but my mind goes there), and the struggles of the future little gifted Aspies that come to this school wreaking havoc on the school with their "bad behavior." I still think there are good schools in the district, but the one rep at our IEP meeting did not do them any favors in my book.
So, we are back to square one: no lawyers inside of a three hour drive, the district and school are still circling our wagon and farting in our general direction. And, to top it all off...there is no chocolate in my house right now!
I've requested, in writing, the remainder of the school records that I asked for. Anyone able to guess what they told me?
In short, the answer was, "No." What? No one is shocked?
Neither was I, but the more I think about it, the more perturbed I get. (Perturbed has a stronger connotation in this case than its intended definition.) I was told I cannot have my son's special education records or IEP notes or testing evals. Somehow, they do not have the letter stating my son has Asperger's, even though they have made copies twice. I do have copies of the letter and the testings, but that is not the point.
Everyone with whom I have consulted has, in some fashion, told me to get a lawyer. Lawyers in other states have told me to get a lawyer. Parents insist on it. Fine. No problem. I would be delighted to! One teensy, tiny, little problem with that advice: There are no special education lawyers around here!
So, we are still pursuing this avenue. I have twenty tabs open on three computers of sites dedicated to IEPs and mediation, and special ed law, and state and federal regulations. I've spent hours researching. I've typed bazillions of emails. (DO NOT tell me that bazillions is not a word!) My brain hurts.
I wish I could go back to the brief moment in time when I was studying for the LSAT. I would become a special ed lawyer. I'd be swamped with cases, I am sure. Trouble is, I would make a lousy lawyer and until last month, I didn't even think about special ed beyond my son's own IEP. Oops! A costly learning moment there. Now I think about my son's struggles, possible retaliation on his sisters (unlikely, I know, but my mind goes there), and the struggles of the future little gifted Aspies that come to this school wreaking havoc on the school with their "bad behavior." I still think there are good schools in the district, but the one rep at our IEP meeting did not do them any favors in my book.
So, we are back to square one: no lawyers inside of a three hour drive, the district and school are still circling our wagon and farting in our general direction. And, to top it all off...there is no chocolate in my house right now!
Thursday, February 21, 2013
IEP Saga Continued
Well, today I turned in the request for Mediation, which is apparently the next step when the IEP meeting fails, as well as paperwork for a Functional Behavior Analysis. In addition, I picked up my son's records that I had requested. At 15 cents per page, I only paid $4.80 and that meant some things had to be missing.
Going through the paperwork, I found all of his academic records. I found his suspension information. What I didn't find-besides my correct maiden name-was anything having to do with his special education needs: no principal's behavior plan which has been implemented, no refute of the suspension that we requested go into the files, no IEP, no testing evaluations which were conducted to determine IEP eligibility, no letter from my son's psychiatrist stating that he has autism. I do, however, have extra copies of his social security card and birth certificate, so it wasn't a total loss.
All correspondences with the principal go unanswered. My son was moved out of his regular classroom to get him away from a classmate, yet they have PE together. He has been left to fend for himself while educators turn a blind eye. To give her credit, my son's new classroom teacher has been super supportive and when I told her of my concerns, she arranged for him to take PE with another class. Still not an ideal situation, but we only have a few months left in this school and I am picking my battles. God knows, I have enough to pick from.
And you know what really makes me twitch? I am not confrontational. I am not anti-school. But situations, especially when our kids are involved turn us into warriors. So here I am: Xena, Warrior Mom. I'm sure the school considers me a different kind of mother, but I've quit worrying about their opinion of me. I'd rather be on their good side, but being nice didn't work. I haven't even gone into these meetings confrontational, believe it or not.
I can't figure out if our school thinks we are stupid or if they truly believe in the way they are doing things. I cannot see any way they are in compliance with IDEA. My mother always said I could argue both sides of any situation, but I've got nothing here. I cannot see any reason not to comply with federal guidelines for an IEP or to punish a child for acting autistically without any form of correction before extreme punishment. While we have a lot of people, including educators on local, state, and federal levels, indignant on our behalf; most have said we won't win a fight with the school system. I'm not worried, and I'm not quitting. No one who ever accomplished change on a massive scale had it easy. I'm not that ambitious; I'm only trying to change one school system, not the world...yet.
Going through the paperwork, I found all of his academic records. I found his suspension information. What I didn't find-besides my correct maiden name-was anything having to do with his special education needs: no principal's behavior plan which has been implemented, no refute of the suspension that we requested go into the files, no IEP, no testing evaluations which were conducted to determine IEP eligibility, no letter from my son's psychiatrist stating that he has autism. I do, however, have extra copies of his social security card and birth certificate, so it wasn't a total loss.
All correspondences with the principal go unanswered. My son was moved out of his regular classroom to get him away from a classmate, yet they have PE together. He has been left to fend for himself while educators turn a blind eye. To give her credit, my son's new classroom teacher has been super supportive and when I told her of my concerns, she arranged for him to take PE with another class. Still not an ideal situation, but we only have a few months left in this school and I am picking my battles. God knows, I have enough to pick from.
And you know what really makes me twitch? I am not confrontational. I am not anti-school. But situations, especially when our kids are involved turn us into warriors. So here I am: Xena, Warrior Mom. I'm sure the school considers me a different kind of mother, but I've quit worrying about their opinion of me. I'd rather be on their good side, but being nice didn't work. I haven't even gone into these meetings confrontational, believe it or not.
I can't figure out if our school thinks we are stupid or if they truly believe in the way they are doing things. I cannot see any way they are in compliance with IDEA. My mother always said I could argue both sides of any situation, but I've got nothing here. I cannot see any reason not to comply with federal guidelines for an IEP or to punish a child for acting autistically without any form of correction before extreme punishment. While we have a lot of people, including educators on local, state, and federal levels, indignant on our behalf; most have said we won't win a fight with the school system. I'm not worried, and I'm not quitting. No one who ever accomplished change on a massive scale had it easy. I'm not that ambitious; I'm only trying to change one school system, not the world...yet.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Fair, Honest, And Right
I hate that our troubles with the school have deteriorated so far as they have. To be honest, it isn't fair and it's not right.
To be honest, I used to think my son had behavior problems, too. My husband said I didn't discipline him enough, doctors said I didn't understand boys, and psychologists batted around diagnoses from ADHD to Bipolar Disorder. We still cannot find a therapist he meshes with and who treats what he needs them to. I've made apologies for his behavior and felt guilty when he'd have a meltdown in public that caused the condescending stares of passers-by. I've apologized and felt guilty, and tried to compensate for every time I've had to take care of my son instead of giving the girls equal or even adequate attention. My girls have had to be very understanding and helpful, despite being embarrassed when their friends witness their brother's fits or upset when Mommy and Daddy have to take care of their brother once again. When my son was little, before we knew, we would go out to dinner, only to have to walk out when he screamed throughout the restaurant. It hurts to watch him cry because his sisters have friends and he doesn't and that he (or we) cannot always participate in things that would be fun or good for him because they may also be too loud or busy for him to function.
To be fair, we have had great teachers (mostly)--a phenomenal school system--so far as you don't buck the system. Well, I've never been one to follow the crowd, but that does not mean I've gone looking for trouble either. My daughters have fabulous teachers who challenge them academically. The girls talk a lot, but talking is the only thing that has ever got them in trouble. My son as had some exceptional teachers, including his current one, so fortunately, he will leave elementary school with better memories than I send him off with. I am hoping middle school will be better for him. I tell him it will be without knowing if I am lying or not. I have to believe it, because I cannot imagine it getting worse.
To be right, however, is not necessarily to be fair or honest. And being right, means I take care of all of my kids and put them first, as does any mother. It means that I no longer care about the dirty looks or comments behind our backs. It means no apologies. My son has a neurological condition. Would you make apologies if your child had diabetes or a learning disability or glasses? The parent's of children at school with peanut allergies do not make excuses, and in fact entire classrooms monitor what they bring into classrooms to help them. A meltdown may not kill my son, but ignorance and apathy can. He has already been to the hospital once for trying to kill himself (he was 9) because his teacher was always angry with him and kids teased him constantly.
To be right means that if the school refuses to understand autism, then I must fight until they do--not just for my son, but for those that are coming after him. That may sound obnoxious as you read it, but it is the truth. I truly hope that the school is ignorant rather than vengeful. Education in as much about learning as it is about teaching. My goal is not vengeance despite my anger at the entire situation. I want the school and district personnel to understand how to help all of their students, instead of first assuming the worst of them.
For anyone who knows me, I don't like to rock the boat and I second-guess everything. While this mess with the school sucks, I don't second guess fighting this battle or putting it out there. I know if we are going through this, there are others sailing similar seas. Fortunately, I have a great support system backing me up and making sure my son is okay. I know that while this is tough and may not end the way I want it to, it won't be because I haven't made every effort possible and used every resource possible and at the very least, brought awareness.
To be honest, I used to think my son had behavior problems, too. My husband said I didn't discipline him enough, doctors said I didn't understand boys, and psychologists batted around diagnoses from ADHD to Bipolar Disorder. We still cannot find a therapist he meshes with and who treats what he needs them to. I've made apologies for his behavior and felt guilty when he'd have a meltdown in public that caused the condescending stares of passers-by. I've apologized and felt guilty, and tried to compensate for every time I've had to take care of my son instead of giving the girls equal or even adequate attention. My girls have had to be very understanding and helpful, despite being embarrassed when their friends witness their brother's fits or upset when Mommy and Daddy have to take care of their brother once again. When my son was little, before we knew, we would go out to dinner, only to have to walk out when he screamed throughout the restaurant. It hurts to watch him cry because his sisters have friends and he doesn't and that he (or we) cannot always participate in things that would be fun or good for him because they may also be too loud or busy for him to function.
To be fair, we have had great teachers (mostly)--a phenomenal school system--so far as you don't buck the system. Well, I've never been one to follow the crowd, but that does not mean I've gone looking for trouble either. My daughters have fabulous teachers who challenge them academically. The girls talk a lot, but talking is the only thing that has ever got them in trouble. My son as had some exceptional teachers, including his current one, so fortunately, he will leave elementary school with better memories than I send him off with. I am hoping middle school will be better for him. I tell him it will be without knowing if I am lying or not. I have to believe it, because I cannot imagine it getting worse.
To be right, however, is not necessarily to be fair or honest. And being right, means I take care of all of my kids and put them first, as does any mother. It means that I no longer care about the dirty looks or comments behind our backs. It means no apologies. My son has a neurological condition. Would you make apologies if your child had diabetes or a learning disability or glasses? The parent's of children at school with peanut allergies do not make excuses, and in fact entire classrooms monitor what they bring into classrooms to help them. A meltdown may not kill my son, but ignorance and apathy can. He has already been to the hospital once for trying to kill himself (he was 9) because his teacher was always angry with him and kids teased him constantly.
To be right means that if the school refuses to understand autism, then I must fight until they do--not just for my son, but for those that are coming after him. That may sound obnoxious as you read it, but it is the truth. I truly hope that the school is ignorant rather than vengeful. Education in as much about learning as it is about teaching. My goal is not vengeance despite my anger at the entire situation. I want the school and district personnel to understand how to help all of their students, instead of first assuming the worst of them.
For anyone who knows me, I don't like to rock the boat and I second-guess everything. While this mess with the school sucks, I don't second guess fighting this battle or putting it out there. I know if we are going through this, there are others sailing similar seas. Fortunately, I have a great support system backing me up and making sure my son is okay. I know that while this is tough and may not end the way I want it to, it won't be because I haven't made every effort possible and used every resource possible and at the very least, brought awareness.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Suspended for Being Autistic?
My 11-year-old was suspended a few weeks ago, and I have been afraid to talk about it. Steam and cry and scream and throw things, sure, but talk?
My son has Aspergers. Don't let that scare you. It just means he doesn't understand you either. He is gifted, makes mostly A's, and comes home jumping up and down because, and I quote, "Order of Operations is SO COOL!" I disagree, but that is not the point right now. He loves classical music and takes piano lessons. Recently, my boy made the newspaper for achieving 1st place in a county-wide speech contest representing his elementary school.
Sounds like a deviant already, right?
So his class was assigned a group project in which my son, always the last man out because he's "different" (another bad word around here), ended up going with a group of three girls whom he has had altercations with before. They have teased him, stolen his juice at lunch, etc. Typical bratty 5th grade girls, but to C.E., that is enough to send him into major meltdown mode. He got a talking to from the vice-principal for that. Emotional meltdowns due to bullying mean you are a bad kid.
One of the girls decided to be the boss and told them all how they were going to make a coffee pot together (the group assignment was about cooperation, after all). C.E. was ordered to be the pot, another girl was instructed to execute a back-bend and C.E. was told to pour the coffee onto the "table"? As he tipped, the trajectory of his hand did also, and he ended up inches from just below her waist. He did not touch her. In fact, as soon as he noticed where he had been tipping, he jerked his hand away embarrassed. The girls giggled and taking the social cue from them, he thought all was okay. The teacher saw nothing and the class continued.
The next day went on as normal.
TWO days later, I received a call from the principal that C.E. had made a poor choice and had "pretended to inappropriately touch a girl..." 1. C.E. does not pretend, 2. He has no interest in girls, 3. He gets nervous in groups, 4. The word "pretend" implies intent; there was none, 5. C.E. was never given the chance to explain, 6. The teacher never saw it, 7. C.E. had never been in this type of trouble before. All of these points we pointed out to the principal, but she refused to lift the suspension or consider alternatives.
The suspension was effected on Friday, so we had a tough weekend. We had to explain to C.E. why he was suspended and what it meant, and we had no answers when he asked why he was suspended because he did not do what they said he did. He refused to sleep in his bed because he said he did not deserve a bed, he said he should be in jail if he is so bad, and he shouldn't be in this world anymore.
On Monday afternoon, we were called in to see the principal again who refused to discuss it again. She showed us the behavior plan she was implementing for my son which detailed other "sexually perverse" behaviors such as rocking back and forth in line or waiting against a wall. These are Autistic traits and while I see how they could be taken in the wrong way, not once has a teacher or staff member corrected his troublesome action, despite listing "Social Skill Instruction" 11 times in his IEP! Instead, they place him in an Inclusion classroom so he can be better monitored and tell us if they happen again, he could be charged with sexual battery.
If you knew my kid, this would be laughable except that the accusation is evil and disgusting.
When a classmate told the rest of the class that C.E. was "gay," that child had to sign a paper about why it was bad.
When two 5th grade girls told my Kindergartner about oral sex a few years ago, I was apparently mistaken because the girls I mentioned were good girls and they just wouldn't do that.
Yes my son, who did not do anything, goes straight to suspension?
I am angry and sad. C.E. has enough trouble making friends and now they have labelled him as a pervert because God forbid they should actually address his disability! He tried to participate in a group, a difficult task for him, and he was punished for it. He used to love school, now every morning we battle to get up and go, and I ache because I have to send him to a place where I feel he is mistreated.
So now I've talked about it. I still feel like crying and throwing things. I'm still going to fight because my child is not the only one whose autism is misunderstood and who is punished for a neurological condition he cannot help. I don't know that I will get anywhere; but it won't be because I haven't tried, and certainly won't be because I have given up.
My son has Aspergers. Don't let that scare you. It just means he doesn't understand you either. He is gifted, makes mostly A's, and comes home jumping up and down because, and I quote, "Order of Operations is SO COOL!" I disagree, but that is not the point right now. He loves classical music and takes piano lessons. Recently, my boy made the newspaper for achieving 1st place in a county-wide speech contest representing his elementary school.
Sounds like a deviant already, right?
So his class was assigned a group project in which my son, always the last man out because he's "different" (another bad word around here), ended up going with a group of three girls whom he has had altercations with before. They have teased him, stolen his juice at lunch, etc. Typical bratty 5th grade girls, but to C.E., that is enough to send him into major meltdown mode. He got a talking to from the vice-principal for that. Emotional meltdowns due to bullying mean you are a bad kid.
One of the girls decided to be the boss and told them all how they were going to make a coffee pot together (the group assignment was about cooperation, after all). C.E. was ordered to be the pot, another girl was instructed to execute a back-bend and C.E. was told to pour the coffee onto the "table"? As he tipped, the trajectory of his hand did also, and he ended up inches from just below her waist. He did not touch her. In fact, as soon as he noticed where he had been tipping, he jerked his hand away embarrassed. The girls giggled and taking the social cue from them, he thought all was okay. The teacher saw nothing and the class continued.
The next day went on as normal.
TWO days later, I received a call from the principal that C.E. had made a poor choice and had "pretended to inappropriately touch a girl..." 1. C.E. does not pretend, 2. He has no interest in girls, 3. He gets nervous in groups, 4. The word "pretend" implies intent; there was none, 5. C.E. was never given the chance to explain, 6. The teacher never saw it, 7. C.E. had never been in this type of trouble before. All of these points we pointed out to the principal, but she refused to lift the suspension or consider alternatives.
The suspension was effected on Friday, so we had a tough weekend. We had to explain to C.E. why he was suspended and what it meant, and we had no answers when he asked why he was suspended because he did not do what they said he did. He refused to sleep in his bed because he said he did not deserve a bed, he said he should be in jail if he is so bad, and he shouldn't be in this world anymore.
On Monday afternoon, we were called in to see the principal again who refused to discuss it again. She showed us the behavior plan she was implementing for my son which detailed other "sexually perverse" behaviors such as rocking back and forth in line or waiting against a wall. These are Autistic traits and while I see how they could be taken in the wrong way, not once has a teacher or staff member corrected his troublesome action, despite listing "Social Skill Instruction" 11 times in his IEP! Instead, they place him in an Inclusion classroom so he can be better monitored and tell us if they happen again, he could be charged with sexual battery.
If you knew my kid, this would be laughable except that the accusation is evil and disgusting.
When a classmate told the rest of the class that C.E. was "gay," that child had to sign a paper about why it was bad.
When two 5th grade girls told my Kindergartner about oral sex a few years ago, I was apparently mistaken because the girls I mentioned were good girls and they just wouldn't do that.
Yes my son, who did not do anything, goes straight to suspension?
I am angry and sad. C.E. has enough trouble making friends and now they have labelled him as a pervert because God forbid they should actually address his disability! He tried to participate in a group, a difficult task for him, and he was punished for it. He used to love school, now every morning we battle to get up and go, and I ache because I have to send him to a place where I feel he is mistreated.
So now I've talked about it. I still feel like crying and throwing things. I'm still going to fight because my child is not the only one whose autism is misunderstood and who is punished for a neurological condition he cannot help. I don't know that I will get anywhere; but it won't be because I haven't tried, and certainly won't be because I have given up.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Kids Gone Wild!
Kids today!
This week, two six-year-olds were suspended for using their fingers as guns while playing at recess. That sounds dangerous! I used to do that as a kid. I guess I am lucky I turned out okay. I don't even like guns. How weird! I got my adversaries every time; I was a good shot! I can't believe I'm not running the NRA by now.
A little boy in elementary school was suspended for three days for singing the song, "I'm sexy and I know it" to another little girl. When I was in Kindergarten, I kissed a boy in the cardboard train and all I got was a scolding and my M&M's taken away. I'm sure glad I didn't sing to him or I might have been in bigger trouble.
Another elementary student was suspended for two days for saying his teacher was "cute." Well, that was certainly out of line!
In another case, a seven-year-old kicked a bully in the groin when that bully had tried to choke him. He was suspended for sexual harassment. Good! Glad we have our priorities straight. I'd hate to think those Zero Tolerance Bullying Policies weren't effective.
And another--an Autistic boy was suspended for two days for coming too close to a female classmate. Good thing he didn't actually touch her or he might have been arrested.
When my daughter was in Kindergarten, two fifth-grade girls taught her about oral sex. I called the principal and was told that they were good girls, and that either my daughter or I was mistaken. No double standard there!
As you can see, our elementary school kids are out of control! From pretending, to singing, to being in proximity, to defending themselves, these kids just don't have their heads on straight! Where are their parents?
The list goes on. I could whine all day and not cover every ridiculous incident out there, and the numbers are growing.
Seriously, why are we attributing sexual urges and responses to children who don't even know what the word "sexual" means? How does it make sense to punish these children by kicking them out of school when we should be using these moments as teaching opportunities for the school, students, and parents? Oh my God! Did I just say we should teach kids in schools? I digress....
Don't misunderstand, sexual harassment is nothing to joke about, but neither is falsely accusing a child who has no grounds for defense nor intent to harm. We need to find some common sense--some perspective. Teach our kids what is a good touch and what is a bad touch, what is a good look and what is a bad look, etc. Parents need to stop inventing reasons to damage an innocent child's school record and self-esteem by irresponsibly accusing classmates. And elementary schools, if you are going to suspend students for defending themselves, or for looking at someone the wrong way, or pretending, then come up with a legitimate, effective policy or God forbid, teach them.
This week, two six-year-olds were suspended for using their fingers as guns while playing at recess. That sounds dangerous! I used to do that as a kid. I guess I am lucky I turned out okay. I don't even like guns. How weird! I got my adversaries every time; I was a good shot! I can't believe I'm not running the NRA by now.
A little boy in elementary school was suspended for three days for singing the song, "I'm sexy and I know it" to another little girl. When I was in Kindergarten, I kissed a boy in the cardboard train and all I got was a scolding and my M&M's taken away. I'm sure glad I didn't sing to him or I might have been in bigger trouble.
Another elementary student was suspended for two days for saying his teacher was "cute." Well, that was certainly out of line!
In another case, a seven-year-old kicked a bully in the groin when that bully had tried to choke him. He was suspended for sexual harassment. Good! Glad we have our priorities straight. I'd hate to think those Zero Tolerance Bullying Policies weren't effective.
And another--an Autistic boy was suspended for two days for coming too close to a female classmate. Good thing he didn't actually touch her or he might have been arrested.
When my daughter was in Kindergarten, two fifth-grade girls taught her about oral sex. I called the principal and was told that they were good girls, and that either my daughter or I was mistaken. No double standard there!
As you can see, our elementary school kids are out of control! From pretending, to singing, to being in proximity, to defending themselves, these kids just don't have their heads on straight! Where are their parents?
The list goes on. I could whine all day and not cover every ridiculous incident out there, and the numbers are growing.
Seriously, why are we attributing sexual urges and responses to children who don't even know what the word "sexual" means? How does it make sense to punish these children by kicking them out of school when we should be using these moments as teaching opportunities for the school, students, and parents? Oh my God! Did I just say we should teach kids in schools? I digress....
Don't misunderstand, sexual harassment is nothing to joke about, but neither is falsely accusing a child who has no grounds for defense nor intent to harm. We need to find some common sense--some perspective. Teach our kids what is a good touch and what is a bad touch, what is a good look and what is a bad look, etc. Parents need to stop inventing reasons to damage an innocent child's school record and self-esteem by irresponsibly accusing classmates. And elementary schools, if you are going to suspend students for defending themselves, or for looking at someone the wrong way, or pretending, then come up with a legitimate, effective policy or God forbid, teach them.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
An Open Letter to Our School
Dear Teachers, Principal, Assistant Principal, Superintendent, and Students:
I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for the learning experiences you have provided my son.
You may not be aware of this, but my son has Asperger's Disorder. "What is that?" You ask.
Well, it is the reason he won't look at you when you speak to him or say "hi" to you when you say "hi" in the hallway, even though he desperately wants to be your friend.
It is the reason he walks around on the playground looking at rocks instead of playing, because he does not know how to join in.
It is the reason he blurts out answers in the middle of class, despite the teacher never having called on him.
It is the reason that he holds his ears and cries during pep rallies and assemblies, because he doesn't just hear the noise. He hears every noise.
It is the reason that in the lunchroom he makes inappropriate noises or speaks too loudly.
It is the reason when he gets anxious, he sings or hums during class or makes extra trips to the restroom to get away and calm himself.
It is the reason he tells on his friends for not following instructions during group projects. He is not being a snitch. He just has a strong sense of right and wrong.
It is the reason his desk has papers sticking out in all directions and he cannot find anything.
It is the reason that, as one P.E. teacher told him, "he runs like a six-year-old."
It is the reason he comes home from school and bursts out crying because his "friends" called him "gay" or "arrogant" or "stupid."
It is the reason he says he wants to "not be in this world anymore" when a teacher he respects says he is "weird."
Now that you understand my son a little better, please accept my gratitude for his exceptional education.
A sincere thank you to his 2nd grade teacher for allowing him to be "quirky" because that was his personality. He still talks about you.
Thank you to his 3rd grade teacher for helping him with his organizational and study skills.
Thank you to his 4th grade teacher for deciding that he was a behavior problem and driving him to the point of trying to hurt himself at nine-years-old and resulting in a trip to the hospital. It's okay because she had had an autistic child before, so she knew what she was doing.
Thank you to his 5th grade teacher for showing him kindness and lenience and patience.
Thank you to the students who tease him and call him names and goad him. I am sure that was a fun time!
Thank you to the Music and PE teachers for their aforementioned motivational efforts.
Thank you to the School Psychologist for, as she put it, "not knowing how to handle him since he presented as Gifted and Autistic." That made things so much easier on him.
Thank you to the Guidance Counselor that instructed him in a group project which led to his suspension for two days.
A special thank you to the principal, that in her infinite wisdom and dedication to all of her students, refused to permit the IEP accommodations to which he was entitled and for suspending him for an action that did not occur, which she would have realized if she was true to her calling as an educator.
Thank you to the school district as well for their support of the principal and otherwise general apathy.
All of my son's experiences with you have taught him perseverance and that fairness and kindness are not found in everyone; that all teachers are not intent on his full education, although they are happy to take credit for his test scores. You have taught him how to be strong in the face of adversity. So for that, I thank you. He has received quite an education.
Sincerely,
Mom
I just wanted to take a moment to thank you for the learning experiences you have provided my son.
You may not be aware of this, but my son has Asperger's Disorder. "What is that?" You ask.
Well, it is the reason he won't look at you when you speak to him or say "hi" to you when you say "hi" in the hallway, even though he desperately wants to be your friend.
It is the reason he walks around on the playground looking at rocks instead of playing, because he does not know how to join in.
It is the reason he blurts out answers in the middle of class, despite the teacher never having called on him.
It is the reason that he holds his ears and cries during pep rallies and assemblies, because he doesn't just hear the noise. He hears every noise.
It is the reason that in the lunchroom he makes inappropriate noises or speaks too loudly.
It is the reason when he gets anxious, he sings or hums during class or makes extra trips to the restroom to get away and calm himself.
It is the reason he tells on his friends for not following instructions during group projects. He is not being a snitch. He just has a strong sense of right and wrong.
It is the reason his desk has papers sticking out in all directions and he cannot find anything.
It is the reason that, as one P.E. teacher told him, "he runs like a six-year-old."
It is the reason he comes home from school and bursts out crying because his "friends" called him "gay" or "arrogant" or "stupid."
It is the reason he says he wants to "not be in this world anymore" when a teacher he respects says he is "weird."
Now that you understand my son a little better, please accept my gratitude for his exceptional education.
A sincere thank you to his 2nd grade teacher for allowing him to be "quirky" because that was his personality. He still talks about you.
Thank you to his 3rd grade teacher for helping him with his organizational and study skills.
Thank you to his 4th grade teacher for deciding that he was a behavior problem and driving him to the point of trying to hurt himself at nine-years-old and resulting in a trip to the hospital. It's okay because she had had an autistic child before, so she knew what she was doing.
Thank you to his 5th grade teacher for showing him kindness and lenience and patience.
Thank you to the students who tease him and call him names and goad him. I am sure that was a fun time!
Thank you to the Music and PE teachers for their aforementioned motivational efforts.
Thank you to the School Psychologist for, as she put it, "not knowing how to handle him since he presented as Gifted and Autistic." That made things so much easier on him.
Thank you to the Guidance Counselor that instructed him in a group project which led to his suspension for two days.
A special thank you to the principal, that in her infinite wisdom and dedication to all of her students, refused to permit the IEP accommodations to which he was entitled and for suspending him for an action that did not occur, which she would have realized if she was true to her calling as an educator.
Thank you to the school district as well for their support of the principal and otherwise general apathy.
All of my son's experiences with you have taught him perseverance and that fairness and kindness are not found in everyone; that all teachers are not intent on his full education, although they are happy to take credit for his test scores. You have taught him how to be strong in the face of adversity. So for that, I thank you. He has received quite an education.
Sincerely,
Mom
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