Friday, November 5, 2010

Untitled, unschooled, unhappy

Gary, Indiana train stationImage by kla4067 via FlickrThis blog is as much about me as it is about Elmer. And I am in a bad way. Glum as Gary. Downcast as the weather. As sad sack as can be.
I want my own Mom to take care of me.

When last I wrote (August 17), Elmer was in fine shape, looking forward to school. Which, it was soon apparent, was not working. A moment here, an hour there, a morning missed, then a day. Then two. I raised a red flag; said, "Yoo hoo! Things aren't working."
"Hello, team! Best we take action sooner, rather than later."
"Elmer is at home again. Help."
True to form, the school moved slowly....too slowly; the upshot being Elmer at home, unschooled, for a month now.
At first, I coped well; "Elmer, we'll figure it out. We've been through this before. We'll get through it again."
By the time his school team had a plan in place, Elmer was so deeply mired in gloom, that he could not bounce back. Unsticking him will be slow and painful.
And when Elmer is mired, so am I. Chained in glue. Stuck in cement.
I berate myself: "What could I have done differently? I called IEP meetings. I asked for support, interim plans. Should I have yelled louder, made scenes, called the Special Ed Director sooner?"
We're back in autism land and I don't like it.

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  1. I hear ya with this. Nigel is still in school, but it is not going well. All the promises they made have been unfulfilled, and I am berating myself as well, head in the sand. With you in spirit, my friend!

  2. I'm so sorry to hear this! Hopefully the right thing will present itself soon.

  3. so so sorry you have to go through this.