After more than a two year absence it's nice to see some familiar faces. I doubt anyone would remember me or difficult child. I first found the site when difficult child was 6 and had been diagnosed with odd by a doctor at the Mayo Clinic. The ‘blame the parenting' mentality of the doctor really made me mad. I could take part of the responsibility, but knew there was more to it. I continued to pursue further testing and fighting for my son. Well, here it is 10 years later and I am satisfied that we have the correct dxs and only wish we could find the cure. When I first joined the site I was monsterchildmom and then after my computer crashed I had to rejoin and was Lisa then.
difficult child will be a sophomore in high school this year and can still barely reads at a first grade level. He wants to get his drivers license and just can't seem to understand that it's not going to happen for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that he could get himself so lost that he'd never be found. At least on foot or bike he sticks in town and can find his way to someplace that he could use to get his bearings so that he can find his way home or be able to tell someone where he is so they can help him get home.
This past school year has been a headache. It started with the ‘07/'08 school year. I was never so happy to see the end of a school year or a school (middle school stinks). The daily phone calls asking me to come pick him up or informing me he was in ISS were nothing more than the schools attempt to get rid of him. They allowed him to sleep for two years and then when push comes to shove instead of doing their job they send him away. The school year ended with difficult child being hospitalized on the last day of school because he said he wished he could just die. Of course he was talking to the police liaison officer at the time and I was informed that if I refused to take him they'd go to court and have him removed from the home. Well, of course that wasn't going to happen so I took him to the hospital and less than three days later they sent him home. He wasn't suicidal (which I knew) and had only said what he said because he was in trouble. There was an incident at school and being difficult child he was looking for the easy way out. Some day I may talk about what happened that day, but for now suffice it to say that I was mortified that it had happened and blame the school for not supervising the students (all dxd with some form of developmental delay) better. The students (7 or 8 of them) had been left in one classroom to watch a movie while the teacher was in a connecting classroom.
The hospitalization was the impetus for more testing. I've driven him to more appts and he's had so much testing that he'd have to be a master manipulator to have the wrong diagnosis. The worst appointment was one that I drove over 5 hours in a blizzard to get to that lasted less than two hours and resulted in nothing but more questions and more appts. Because of the middle school and his performance we now have people in the house and in our lives on an almost daily basis. Don't get me wrong it's nice to have some back up and to be able to just walk out of the house when I want, but dang it's my house and some times I'd like to not wash dishes once in a while lol. Honestly having all of the people in and out has made me a better housekeeper, so I guess it's not all bad.
This post makes it sound like it's all bad but it's really not. difficult child is a very loving teen who wants nothing more than to be ‘normal'. We keep trying to find the things he excels at and except for driving me crazy we haven't found much. I am looking at having an adult child who lives at home and does nothing but make messes, eat, sleep and watch television. I've been pushing the school to get him job skill training for the last two years and finally this coming school year we'll finally be able to do it since he'll finally be old enough to go into work sites and work. The school district may not like me very much, but dang it it's their job to create tax payers to keep paying their salary and unless he starts working on skills development instead of sleeping all day that's never going to happen.
Well, like I said earlier it's nice to see that the site is still here and as caring and supportive as always. I'll be around and will work on posting when I can offer assistance or support.
difficult child will be a sophomore in high school this year and can still barely reads at a first grade level. He wants to get his drivers license and just can't seem to understand that it's not going to happen for many reasons, not the least of which is the fact that he could get himself so lost that he'd never be found. At least on foot or bike he sticks in town and can find his way to someplace that he could use to get his bearings so that he can find his way home or be able to tell someone where he is so they can help him get home.
This past school year has been a headache. It started with the ‘07/'08 school year. I was never so happy to see the end of a school year or a school (middle school stinks). The daily phone calls asking me to come pick him up or informing me he was in ISS were nothing more than the schools attempt to get rid of him. They allowed him to sleep for two years and then when push comes to shove instead of doing their job they send him away. The school year ended with difficult child being hospitalized on the last day of school because he said he wished he could just die. Of course he was talking to the police liaison officer at the time and I was informed that if I refused to take him they'd go to court and have him removed from the home. Well, of course that wasn't going to happen so I took him to the hospital and less than three days later they sent him home. He wasn't suicidal (which I knew) and had only said what he said because he was in trouble. There was an incident at school and being difficult child he was looking for the easy way out. Some day I may talk about what happened that day, but for now suffice it to say that I was mortified that it had happened and blame the school for not supervising the students (all dxd with some form of developmental delay) better. The students (7 or 8 of them) had been left in one classroom to watch a movie while the teacher was in a connecting classroom.
The hospitalization was the impetus for more testing. I've driven him to more appts and he's had so much testing that he'd have to be a master manipulator to have the wrong diagnosis. The worst appointment was one that I drove over 5 hours in a blizzard to get to that lasted less than two hours and resulted in nothing but more questions and more appts. Because of the middle school and his performance we now have people in the house and in our lives on an almost daily basis. Don't get me wrong it's nice to have some back up and to be able to just walk out of the house when I want, but dang it's my house and some times I'd like to not wash dishes once in a while lol. Honestly having all of the people in and out has made me a better housekeeper, so I guess it's not all bad.
This post makes it sound like it's all bad but it's really not. difficult child is a very loving teen who wants nothing more than to be ‘normal'. We keep trying to find the things he excels at and except for driving me crazy we haven't found much. I am looking at having an adult child who lives at home and does nothing but make messes, eat, sleep and watch television. I've been pushing the school to get him job skill training for the last two years and finally this coming school year we'll finally be able to do it since he'll finally be old enough to go into work sites and work. The school district may not like me very much, but dang it it's their job to create tax payers to keep paying their salary and unless he starts working on skills development instead of sleeping all day that's never going to happen.
Well, like I said earlier it's nice to see that the site is still here and as caring and supportive as always. I'll be around and will work on posting when I can offer assistance or support.
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