Actually, I don't. I hate it. So much. James is crying every day at school. The only thing he can tell me is "they hurt me." He is frightened of any child who makes noise. Even if they are quiet, he anticipates the noise that he knows they CAN make. It's pretty bad. We had a meeting about creating a behavioral plan. I requested a one-on-one. I requested his sensory diet be followed to a tee. I requested they use his iPad. In this case, a successful behavioral plan cannot be implemented without a one-on-one. The teacher has complained that her staff is stretched thin. How else could James be monitored, let alone brushed? How can the plan be put it in place and function if no one oversees it? That was 10 days ago. Zip. Not even a copy of the minutes from that meeting. I complained to the "principal." Actually, that's not her title. I have no idea what her title is and I don't really care. . . because that was Tuesday and today is Friday and I have heard NOTHING. Not even "we're working on it." So today, I wrote letters. Enough of making myself sick and being unable to sleep. Well, at least for one glorious weekend. Because at home, although we do have new issues - I now have a kid who is terrified of his adorable cousin; I have a kid who won't let me leave his sight and follows me around the house; I have a kid who cries when I take away my attention to use the phone - because at home, this is what I see. And this? I do like this.
