Parenting introspection
Feb. 1st, 2011 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kimber_mcleodI reckon every parent gets to this day. You realize that your baby boy who used to talk your ear off about everything to the point where you wanted to duck tape his little mouth shut for five blessed minutes of silence; gets harassed pretty much every day at school and doesn't say one word about it. Not that I didn't expect it, it's middle school and he's autistic. It's the same process as mass & gravity. But I thought he'd talk to me about it.
You know how I found out? I went to a meeting with his PET team on Monday to discuss some behavior issues and and increased lack of focus on school work. About 2/3 of the way through the meeting, just as an oh by the way remark, the social worker says "He's said to me 'They think I'm stupid and don't know they're making fun of me, but I'm not stupid and I do know.' " I finally managed to wrangle him into talking this evening and sure enough, there are some kids on the bus who try to snatch his lunch box, open his viola case and do the whole "This..Coat..is..Grey.." talking to him like he's a stump.
Shit yeah, he gets to the end of his rope and spits at somebody in gym class. Who the hell wouldn't fray their last nerve and kick some jackass in the shin after that kind of treatment? I think the boy deserves a medal for not putting one of those idiot's head through a window. He scored in the top 8% in the STATE in science this year. I'd be shocked if those Bucket Heads tie their own shoes in the morning.
But there's nothing I can really do, but support him. Get the PET team to work with him around "proper direction of frustration". Perhaps get them to tell the Bucket Heads to step off. I want to go down there and pop their little zit heads right off their necks, but Ian has to learn how to deal with this himself. Unfortunately, it's not going to go away anytime soon.
And there's no one I can talk to about it. There aren't any parent support groups around here and this isn't the kind of thing you drag down friends with. So I vent here and get on with things. ::sigh::
You know how I found out? I went to a meeting with his PET team on Monday to discuss some behavior issues and and increased lack of focus on school work. About 2/3 of the way through the meeting, just as an oh by the way remark, the social worker says "He's said to me 'They think I'm stupid and don't know they're making fun of me, but I'm not stupid and I do know.' " I finally managed to wrangle him into talking this evening and sure enough, there are some kids on the bus who try to snatch his lunch box, open his viola case and do the whole "This..Coat..is..Grey.." talking to him like he's a stump.
Shit yeah, he gets to the end of his rope and spits at somebody in gym class. Who the hell wouldn't fray their last nerve and kick some jackass in the shin after that kind of treatment? I think the boy deserves a medal for not putting one of those idiot's head through a window. He scored in the top 8% in the STATE in science this year. I'd be shocked if those Bucket Heads tie their own shoes in the morning.
But there's nothing I can really do, but support him. Get the PET team to work with him around "proper direction of frustration". Perhaps get them to tell the Bucket Heads to step off. I want to go down there and pop their little zit heads right off their necks, but Ian has to learn how to deal with this himself. Unfortunately, it's not going to go away anytime soon.
And there's no one I can talk to about it. There aren't any parent support groups around here and this isn't the kind of thing you drag down friends with. So I vent here and get on with things. ::sigh::
