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Here we go again!
Took difficult child 1 to his first therapist appointment in several years to discuss his floundering school performance due to the IBS issues.
I am actually a fairly intelligent person, but I swear I just needed this man to tell me to do this first, then this, then this.
Yes, ladies and gents, we now have a concrete plan of attack. Between now and our next visit on the 11th, I am to round up all the various and sundry reports I've collected on difficult child 1 over the years. I am to solicit a letter from the psychiatrist and GI testifying to the impact IBS is having on difficult child 1 and his life/school/etc. Then I am to send a LET-TER to a) the principal, b) the school psychiatric (whom this therapist knows) and copy the "useless" counselor, restating the problem (that IBS is severely impacting his grades and social skills, despite having a 504 and IHP in place), remind them that he is receiving treatment from all sorts of health care providers, and request that he be placed in a Special Education resource class under the qualification of OHI (otherwise health impaired).
He further recommends that difficult child 1 drop French to fit the resource class into his schedule and consider taking American Sign Language instead because it counts as a foreign language for college admissions (at least in our state) and it's much easier to learn. He's also recommending difficult child 1 drop biology and take it again for summer school so it doesn't bring down his GPA like it's going to right now, which would jeopardize his chances to play lacrosse, which he loves and would be devastated to lose.
At our next meeting he's also going to assess the extent of difficult child 1's anxiety/depression (finally, someone sees this like I do!).
So as I'm kicking myself for not getting him in for this guy's help sooner, I am giggling with excitement inside because of the new hope I have with this new direction we will try to take. And the meltdown I had in my car last night by myself probably helped, too.
I am actually a fairly intelligent person, but I swear I just needed this man to tell me to do this first, then this, then this.
Yes, ladies and gents, we now have a concrete plan of attack. Between now and our next visit on the 11th, I am to round up all the various and sundry reports I've collected on difficult child 1 over the years. I am to solicit a letter from the psychiatrist and GI testifying to the impact IBS is having on difficult child 1 and his life/school/etc. Then I am to send a LET-TER to a) the principal, b) the school psychiatric (whom this therapist knows) and copy the "useless" counselor, restating the problem (that IBS is severely impacting his grades and social skills, despite having a 504 and IHP in place), remind them that he is receiving treatment from all sorts of health care providers, and request that he be placed in a Special Education resource class under the qualification of OHI (otherwise health impaired).
He further recommends that difficult child 1 drop French to fit the resource class into his schedule and consider taking American Sign Language instead because it counts as a foreign language for college admissions (at least in our state) and it's much easier to learn. He's also recommending difficult child 1 drop biology and take it again for summer school so it doesn't bring down his GPA like it's going to right now, which would jeopardize his chances to play lacrosse, which he loves and would be devastated to lose.
At our next meeting he's also going to assess the extent of difficult child 1's anxiety/depression (finally, someone sees this like I do!).
So as I'm kicking myself for not getting him in for this guy's help sooner, I am giggling with excitement inside because of the new hope I have with this new direction we will try to take. And the meltdown I had in my car last night by myself probably helped, too.
Good luck getting the IEP. That's the only LEGAL way to get your kid help.
