Unbelievable, ridiculous week. It's bringing out the difficult child in *me*!!! First, renew state ID because his address has changed to a different county and he's lost about 100 pounds since the first picture was taken. husband got to have fun with this bologna. Trip to DMV. Need mail with- thank you's address. Back home to get the single piece of mail that thank you gets, from agency who is his SSI payee. Back to DMV. No, no, no. Has to be an *approved* piece of mail like a utility bill, something from gov't, etc., no older than 90 days. They come back home and bring me the list. Agency handles all SSI stuff so he gets no mail from gov't. Utility bill? Give me a break. He does have a letter, somewhere, from when he registered for the draft, which of course cannot be found (I think I gave it to him, so it's probably gone forever at one of his many and varied temporary residences, and it's 2 years old anyway so... whatever). AhHA!!! Credit report!!! So, I run a free credit report on my son. First company gave me some mumbo jumbo about whatever and they couldn't give the report online. Second company? Eureka! My son has a bad debt, ergo has a credit report. Drive *back* to DMV again and he *finally* gets state ID - though husband thinks it's just because the guy took pity on them. Whatever works! difficult child Sue is wanting to take Boo (my quadriplegic, visually impaired, nonverbal kid) up to get his state ID. Just on principal. He's not on SSI, gets no mail, and has no credit report (I checked). I think I'll tell them he's deaf too, so they have to speak up for all to hear as they tell him he has to have a utility bill in order to get an ID. So then husband carted thank you out to Western Mongolia to sign up to take GED test next month. In order to avoid having to retake constitution test, thank you has to have documentation from SD that he passed the test. Bureaucracy part deux (or part duh, as the case may be). To give him credit, thank you called SD. Got flustered in about a nanosecond flat talking to secretary, so I completed the call. Sped dir (newbie) called me back, gave me blah blah blah about he's over 18, transfer of rights, yada yada whatever. I said, just tell me where he goes to get it. Admin bldg. Ok. Sounds simple. Right? Wrong. Admin bldg sent him across street to HS, which is not our home HS. Non-home HS sent him 10 miles away to home HS. Now, bear in mind, today was the first time he's *ever* set foot in a regular HS. No staff from either HS ever attended an IEP mtg. Why on *earth* would they have 2-year-old permanent file on a sped student who never ever attended an in-district placement??? End result? Nobody knows nothing. At this point, he's completely ticked off, yammering at me about how jumping thru hoops is just stupid because it never gets you anywhere. He'd have the same results going around the d*** hoops, and he'll just take the stupid constitution test again. But Momma has the bone now - shot off an email to sped director asking exactly where, as in physical location, is thank you's permanent file, and is there a specific time when he might actually have a chance of success in getting needed documentation? Not so subtly pointing out that we're talking a former sped student who was in residential placements for 9 years, and this process is not increasing the chances of him following thru with- the GED. Can we make this as simple as possible for him??? And difficult child Sue wants to roll Boo in and ask for his stupid diploma since he "graduated" over 6 months ago already (no certificates of completion, only diplomas in our fine SD). I detest bureaucracies. Really. This is why Boo doesn't have Medicaid and isn't on SSI and isn't on waiting lists for services through IL that *might* be available sometime after my death. I just don't have the patience for stupidity and lack of common sense and the whole pass-the-buck thing. I do have to say - thank you has dealt with this week of hoops actually pretty doggone well. Possibly better than his mother!