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No writing-type writing today. I need to recharge the old emotional batteries.

Spent the morning with my two daughters, attending a ‘meet the class’ get together at their new school. They were nervous at first, just as I’m sure normal fourteen-year-olds would have been. They met their teachers and classroom assistants, as well as the other children who’ll be in their high school, special needs class next year. After a while, they started to relax, and by the time the teacher formed everyone into a circle to take part in the Macarena and The Birdie Dance, both girls where having a great time.

Afterwards, they had pizza and cake (always popular), before I took them back to their current school.

These sort of events are bittersweet to me. I know the girls will be happy there.  The teaching staff seem like wonderful people, and the other kids are truly delightful. But when I hear someone ask my daughters a simple question like ‘What do you like to do in the Summer?’ and they have no clue what's been asked, or how to answer, it’s a harsh reminder of just how far from ‘normal’ they are.

On the bright side, it helps me put any day-to-day worries I have into perspective, and later, I'm sure that's how I'll feel, but right now, I don't feel like my usual chirpy self.

Like the heading says, bleagh.  I'm taking the rest of the day off.


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Jun. 2nd, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
As long as they're happy, that's all that matters. Just look at their smiles and forget all your worries.
Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:47 pm (UTC)
You're right, of course. Except I have to worry. That's my job :)
Jun. 2nd, 2009 06:39 pm (UTC)
Everyone needs time off occasionally...
Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:48 pm (UTC)
Yep. I usually find a couple of hours does the job :)
Jun. 2nd, 2009 07:44 pm (UTC)
Children are always a gift. Special needs kids come with their own extra set of gifts. It's good that you find them and appreciate them. So many parents of special needs kids never do.

NJ seems to be a good place for special needs kids. My brother recently moved back from Cali. His son (autism, 81 IQ just for starters) was not doing well in the California school system. He's doing REALLY well in NJ. My brother and his husband are so happy with his progress that they're considering staying in NJ instead of moving to NY where their marriage is actually recognized--THAT is how good the system is. Your daughters' schools sound great too. Go NJ!
Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
NJ is excellent for special needs. Back in most of the UK, they're pretty much still at the 'give it six months and it might get better all by itself' stage.
Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
Oh, yikes. That's not good.
Jun. 2nd, 2009 08:18 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you posted this. The next time my daughter flunks a class at ASU or my son is too broke to pay for his own health insurance (basically, all the time), or either of them behaves in some other way less than perfectly, I will remember it and be grateful.

Sadly, autism rates seem to be increasing; the only bright spot is, they're doing more research on it.

May you resume full voltage soon.

Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:49 pm (UTC)
Already recharged, thank you :)
Jun. 3rd, 2009 12:02 am (UTC)
My thoughts are with you.
Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:50 pm (UTC)
Thanks, I appreciate it :)
Jun. 3rd, 2009 03:36 am (UTC)
learning those sorts of feelings myself. I nearly ripped a young mum's head off yesterday: she was chatting to a friend in the shopping center, a very long chat, while their three little girls (about 4 years old) stood quietly, smiling at each other, and waiting. Near where the mothers were talking was a table full of pretty girly things (pink glass jewellery boxes with silver butterlies etc) As I drew next to them one little girl put her hand on her mother's arm and said "Look Mummy, scuse me, look!"

Her mother turned and yelled at her for being rude, and interrupting. My tolerance level for seeing kids get abused is pretty low at the best of times, so when she started cussing at the child, I told her she ought to be thankful she has the luxury to talk to a friend, and know her child is capable of following age appropriate instructions, that she doesn't have to keep one hand on her child at all times, and be ready to prevent meltdown when the world gets too scary. And that she should be down on her knees thankful that her child could share new, and exciting discoveries with her. I stomped off muttering about "bloody parents who don't know when they are lucky" *g*
Jun. 3rd, 2009 08:46 pm (UTC)
The one I hate to see is where the mom or dad threatens to abandon the child in the store. "Bye now, I'm leaving", instead of being firm with them. Still, I guess kids don't come with a manual :)
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