Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Fears of the Unknown

6/04/2011 0 Comments
It is finally the end of a very long and eventful school year. I have found myself counting the days till the children get out of school. Sometimes I am thinking,"Oh my, how am I going to survive the summer?" and other times I find myself relieved that the school year is at an end. I know I have a lot of work ahead of me for the summer and so I really need to come up with an at home therapy schedule. I don't want it to seem like work to them but I want them to continue progressing through the summer. It is heartbreaking to see them regress. I also know that if they are going to regress, it is just going to happen and there might not even be a way to prevent it. It is all part of the territory. 

Chucky Cheese is going to start Kindergarten in the fall which is very scary. I had a choice on where I wanted him to go to school and I just hope that I made the right choice. That is where fear comes in. I fear the choices. I wonder if I made the correct choices. I question my decisions every day but I know that I am only human. I think that is what helps you get through. You know in your heart that you may make a mistake but you are only doing what you feel is the right thing. It is the fear of the unknown. Chucky Cheese has made tremendous progress and I am ecstatic! It makes me happy to see him really playing with another child even if it is a rare occasion. I enjoy the hugs and the snuggles that I get now because I know what it feels like not to have them. 

Buddy has also made some progress. As many of you know it has been a roller coaster year for him and he will probably remain in first grade. I encourage him and his accomplishments and I also make sure that he understands what is going on. He understands that staying in first grade is not his fault. It is only for his benefit. The school failed him, he did not fail at school. Hopefully, with a lot of intervention, he will achieve many things next year. Slowly, I am regaining my son back. I see him smile more and try to interact again and I know how much of a a gift this is. He has many struggles but he is a very strong boy and very loved. 

Buddy was officially diagnosed with Tourettes, Aspergers, and Cri du Chat!! I wasn't looking for all of this but I needed answers. Now, I find myself fearful of answers. I am unsure if I want to have any more testing done. I don't know if that is a normal feeling, but I really don't see how any more testing is going to mean anything. It is just a bunch of letters bunched into words to provide answers but many of these answers have no solutions. I hope for a very progressive year next year. I know my boys can accomplish anything they want to and with a lot of love and encouragement it will happen. Buddy just has to be taught to be comfortable in his own skin. He is who he is and no one can change that. 

Monday, April 4, 2011

Sorry.... Have to Come Out of The Closet!!!

4/04/2011 0 Comments
I hope you all still come to my blog and I must apologize for my absence, but I am not too good at writing when everything seems to whiz past me at lightening speed. Much of my readers probably understand way more than I think you do as we are parents with special needs kiddos. I guess it is time for me to come out of the closet.

Yes, I was a closet Asperger's parent. Buddy was recently diagnosed Tourette's Syndrome and Asperger's Syndrome. This was really hard for me and I am not sure why but it was. Never the less.... I think I am ready to move forward. Buddy had a lot of early intervention until he turned three. At that point he didn't qualify for services. As I have mentioned in past posts he has been having difficulties in school which has led us to having him evaluated. We have been traveling from one doctor to another to try to find answers.

He recently had a Video EEG to ensure there was no seizure activity and it was normal. This was both a relief and frustrating. I think it was frustrating because then it becomes clear that this is a debilitating disability that he needs to adjust and learn to live with. There are no answers as to why he has it or how it occurred but he has Tourettes Syndrome and it suddenly smacked me in the face. I have been in crisis mode since January.  What started as school problems has evolved into much bigger issues with future IEP needs and the road of diagnosis.

Amazingly, I am standing strong and supporting my two boys who are on the spectrum whole heartedly. Fighting for them to receive the services they rightfully deserve and need. With my youngest this was not as hard, it was clearer and easier to accept.  It wasn't as hard to get services from the schools. On the other hand, getting Buddy diagnosed was much easier. Maybe it is because I know how to approach the doctors now. Whatever the case is, I am doing it. I am making sure that Buddy gets what he needs and I am ensuring that the proper treatments are used.


The neurologist, that I just fired, placed Buddy on Intuniv. The Intuniv made him hallucinate and he was paranoid. I informed the doctor that this was happening and she lowered his dose and decided to put him on yet another medication on top of the Intuniv. They wanted to put him on Focalin but I refused. Focalin is not supposed to be prescribed to anyone with Tourettes.  I have to advocate for him.

So, Buddy is no longer on any medication. We are starting an all natural supplement regimen. He also receives  Melatonin at night. The Melatonin has helped him sleep at night which also improves his tics. I hope this enlightens you to why I have been missing in action and hopefully I will be able to climb on board the blogging train again really soon.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A Little Resolve

1/22/2011 0 Comments
Well, to ease my frustration just a little the school board called. I am not entirely sure if this means anything but, we shall wait and see. I explained, yet again, what my concerns and issues were and they pacified listened to me while expressing their understanding my concerns. I had already written out my letter regarding the problems I was encountering. I still have decided to send the letter out. Due to all the snow issues it is going in the mail on Monday. Actually I think I will drop them off at the district office and request that they be stamped as received. I have kept copies of the scripts from the pediatrician and the letter to ensure that there is a paper trail.

The school board stated that they were sending an email to the OT at my son's school demanding that he receive therapy immediately which is a step forward. While the Occupational therapist has been taking some time for Buddy, and I told the board this, he is not receiving the therapy that his 504 plan entails. The lady I spoke with said she didn't care that the therapist was helping him, she wanted them to abide by his plan which would give him individualized one on one OT. This made me smile. I felt like maybe, and I may be leaping into the dark abyss, I was not fighting this alone. I think I may have someone backing me that has authority.

I also took the time to explain the custody agreement and how we make this Co- Parenting work. While Buddy's father is good at some things, when it comes to advocacy and school meetings, I am more aware and I deal with those issues. I am not saying that he isn't trying to be involved in those areas but he doesn't understand them. I might add that sometimes I feel as if I am really going easy on him and his lack of participation regarding this.

He himself was totally unaware of the school problems. You would think that Buddy's report card, that was NEVER mailed to me, would reflect these difficulties. The teacher stated that she spoke to him several times on the phone, but he does not remember this. I am now changing the way I deal with it all and while my day is overflowing with the responsibilities for my youngest son, I am now taking full responsibilities for my oldest son as well. This might seem confusing as it really has always been my job as his mother.

Buddy and Chipmunk live with their Dad due to some issues with my youngest's father. I wanted to bring them back to my home but with all the issues surrounding Chucky it just didn't seem fair. Chucky was very aggressive as he was entirely non-verbal , so we decided to maintain their schools in his district and have joint custody. Buddy would visit and leave my house with bruises and terrorized by his brother. This has seemed to work although I miss having my babies home with me all the time.  When the children lived with me, I was responsible for all school issues. He didn't attend the meetings and he was totally uninvolved with the early intervention Buddy was receiving. Thia didn't concern or bother me because they were always with me and it was quite evident what they needed. I assumed that because they lived primarily with me it was my sole responsibility to ensure their needs were met.

I think I got so caught up in Chucky's needs that are right in my face that I tried to allow Buddy's father to take some of the responsibility that I was always liable for.  I see now that that may not have been the best thing to do. When it comes down to it, I guess in a round about way I am responsible for the lack of communication with the school. I could have been calling them and pushing for his needs. Instead I was communicating with their father thinking that everything was fine, but knowing how poorly he is with any form of advocating. I miss being as involved as I was and I am going to change that. I have called my children's teachers and requested to speak to them. I will make this work for the better. I will turn this around. It is my hope that maybe through observation he may learn how to do this and pick up a few skills, but in the end, I have to advocate for my children. I have to ensure they get what they need.  I am MOM.
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Monday, December 27, 2010

How Long Is Too Long - Magic Marker Monday

12/27/2010 6 Comments
I chose to participate in this blog hop because I am one of those Mom's who never, ever, ever, wants to throw anything out!! If my child scribbled on it, it must be kept!! Although through the years I have eased a little. I realized that if I kept going at that rate my whole house would be boxes full to the brim of artwork from my kids.

Someone suggested to me to take pictures of them so I am trying that approach. I do take a lot of pictures though which will mean purchasing new hard drive at least twice a year. I can't help that it is an obsession!! I went through all the artwork and took pictures. It still took me two weeks to finally throw the originals away. It felt sinful.

But, with four children and lots of schoolwork, I have to compromise. So, goodbye paper world and hello digital. I shall try, very hard to capture them all on camera and sort through the originals, only keeping the ones that are ...... ummm... which ones can I keep? This is hard work man. But, I need to eliminate clutter. Ummm.... Hand prints are a must keep, any hand crafted 3-D creations within reason are a must keep. Ok, I think I will stop at that. Wish me luck. I will need it.

My children on the other hand are not thrilled with this idea. They feel that I should keep everything. When I say everything I am referring to every piece of paper they bring home. How many of your children want to keep the old work books from last year? I mean they never want to throw them out. Homework too... they have to keep it all. Where did this come from? It is the abyss of school taking over my house. I have obtained an accordian folder for each of my children. Each year they can choose what they want to keep, but it must fit in one pocket of the folder.  Do you know what I ended up with then? I went into my daughters bedroom where I found stacks of papers shoved in her closet. Oh My!!!!


Here is a Ginger Bread House that my children made this year. 
I like these crafts cause they get eaten and don't continually take up space.











At least they weren't meant to. I have a confession.  In my closet I have a ginger bread house. Yes, you heard me right and I wonder where my kids get it. This Ginger Bread house was given to me last year by my son so it is now a year old. It doesn't look too bad either although I wouldn't suggest opening it. We kept it on display last year and I didn't have the heart to eat it or toss it so it went in the closet where it shall return again this year. I know I said I wanted to reduce clutter and I know how bad it must be to keep a food product for this long. But, it's special and a picture just doesn't cut it.

This House is a year old!! Doesn't look too bad though eh?





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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Missing Comfy Alert

12/15/2010 2 Comments
This is Orange Bear

This is a full size pic of the two comfies













Charlie went to school this morning with both of his comfies. Their names are Orange Bear and Doggie. I am on an all out hunt for these poor missing friends of my son's. When he came home from school he did not have them with him. I called the school and they said they were in his backpack, but they were not. I also called the bus company but no luck there either. We have no clue where they are and my son is NOT happy!!! He cried after school and then he was crying at bedtime. I did happen to purchase a spare "Doggie", and I gave it to him, but he wants his old Doggie back. Truth is, so do I!!! The questions remain, "Will he last through the night?, Is he gonna get on the bus in the morning?" These questions will undoubtedly be answered tomorrow. They also result in my desire to reunite Charlie with his comfies. These comfies keep me sane and keep him comfortable.


 As important as they are for him, I want you to understand why they mean so much to me as well. I know I have spoken about his comfies before briefly, but I want to be a little more descriptive. Doggie has been in our house the longest and he was bought when Charlie saw him at a shopping trip. I thought I could get away with buying him a one dollar matchbox but nope, he wanted Doggie. Doggie was a ten dollar dog toy, that is actually a fox (don't tell my son that though). He is very soft and comfy and his head and tail have squeekies in them. Charlie doesn't like that part too much.

You would usually find Doggie wrapped around Charlie's neck. It was Doggies favorite spot and Charlie loved how comfy Doggie was. Doggie kept my house a little calmer and helped Charlie go to sleep easier too. Doggie went everywhere with my son, school, therapy, the store, the park, ect. They share many memories. Just last night Charlie was insistent that Doggie, and Orange Bear needed vitamins as well and they even help him eat his eggs in the morning. They are active members of my household and we want them back.

I have told you the story behind Doggie and feel compelled to share Orange Bears story as well. Orange bear belonged to Charlie's Dad, then his brother and now him. He stumbled upon Orange Bear at the very bottom of his brother's toy box and has been stuck to him ever since. Orange Bear has even gone on the horse with him. He loves him. A good part of this is because he is orange and orange is Charlie's favorite color, but also how soft and comfy he is. Charlie has Sensory Processing Disorder and he really likes soft items. If you have something really comfy and want to keep it in your possession, don't let him see or feel it.

These comfies are like people to Charlie. He talks to them, talks through them and loves them. They sleep, eat, and play with him. They are his best friends. Children on the spectrum tend to find it difficult to gain and maintain friendships. Charlie counters this difficulty with his comfies. He will talk to another child through his comfy. I found this interesting. He is problem solving sort of, cause he is attempting to socialize.  What could have happened to his precious friends is a mystery. Many thoughts wonder in my head. One is that maybe this was the teachers way of finalizing the fact that she didn't want the comfies in school, but I don't want to accuse. It is also possible that the aide put them in the wrong backpack. I like the later explanation better but whatever may have happened I do hope that they will come back home.







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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

November 8, 2010

11/09/2010 1 Comments
You know those days when one minor schedule change can throw off your entire day. I had one of those days. I will explain in a minute. The majority of my day went really smooth. Kids were in a good mood and the Taconic Developmental Disabilities Service Office came to my house to discuss my son's eligibility and fill out all necessary forms. This is a tedious process but necessary. I am not sure what the outcome will be but it seemed to look positive. It was an hour meeting that seemed to be me answering a ton of familiar questions. She also explained the services that they help to implement. They included but were not limited to Respite care, Behavioral specialist, Medicaid waiver and a service coordinator. The Medicaid waiver makes it possible for some funding for therapies as well as attending certain conferences at no cost. It gave me a feeling of relief that maybe my advocating is doing something.
When my daughter got home from school she handed me a test that she received a 56 on. I looked at the test and it was absolutely easy work. I am not trying to demean her but the answers were on the graphs and she understood the work. Trust me, I checked. To make it so much better it was an open book test and the teacher wrote a note stating that she completed the test in ten minutes and didn't even use her cheat sheet. Wait, It gets better, She didn't even complete the cheat sheet!!! Oh my, I was so mad!!! I had to sign this test and send it back to school. I had to take a minute to breathe and then I told her that she needed to redo the test before I would send it back to the teacher. She got so mad and she crinkled it and sat down to finish it. I had to bring my son to Equine Therapy so we packed up and left. 
This might not seem like a big deal but I feel  like in order for you to fully understand I must explain what this is for my family. Once a week Charlie goes to the Stables and has Physical/Occupational therapy while riding the horse. This activity also is helping him socially and emotionally as it prompts him to make requests verbally and also teaches him to follow directions. It also allows me some much needed time with my daughter one on one. I like to say it grounds our whole family with a little bit of tranquility. It is a 45 minute drive to therapy and he usually has a rough drive there but is really mellow going home as long as he gets a snack and drink on the way home. He seems to have gotten this misconception that if we go in the car we need to eat and drink. Mommy is not liking this thought, or should we say the car does not agree with it. LOL.. We drove there and went into the stables and his therapist was not there. Mind you as I said the ride to therapy is far from a pleasent one but once he is around the horses he is a different little boy. I called her and she said, "I sent you an email." Why not cal, she wasn't canceling due to being sick, she was cancelling cause the weather was not supposed to be good. Why not call and let me know? Well, Needless to say my son threw himself down on the ground and was very upset. After about a half hour I had him pretty calm. I suggested that he see the other horses and give them hugs because they were lonely. This seemed to work, until we got in the car. Then he was hungry and thirsty and so I told him that we could stop at Benny's Pizza and get a slice. We ate there and then went home. Krystal finished her homework although she was not happy about doing it. Geez... I am not always happy to do things I have to do. I guess the positive is that it got done. 
Curt was coming back from Florida and I needed to pick him up. He had been gone for a week and it was going to be nice to see him. Curt called earlier to tell me his flight had been delayed an hour so I wasn't sure what time to expect him so I was waiting to hear from him. When he called I had already arranged for the kids to be able to stay home but for some reason Charlie would not go to sleep so.. load up the car again and he was asleep within a block. It really is amazing how much havoc one change in schedule can cause. He was so upset over missing Equine that it was so much harder to do anything else. I even use a timer to transition but I am convinced that there are some things you just cannot prepare or predict for our children.
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Friday, November 5, 2010

Transitioning to Kindergarten

11/05/2010 1 Comments
Yesterday I went to the elementary school that my son might be attending. I wanted to see the classrooms to get a feel of what type of program they ran. I am really nervous about him slipping through the holes and not receiving the services he needs in order to succeed. I was met with what I perceived as a brick wall at the school. They told me that we had to schedule an appointment (which I was fine with), but it had to be approved of by the school board. What is that all about? I immediately put my guard up. I am sure that most special needs parents have heard of the horrific happenings in school with our children and while it doesn't seem to happen to your child it very well could.

This has always been a concern of mine since my son has a lot of difficulty expressing his needs and often need to be questioned specifically to find out about his day. Therefore if something bad happened at school, I may not find out about it. That concerns me which is why I am implementing the PEC cards and a communication board. At least I know he would have the ability to let me know what he needs as well as if he was injured. That should resolve that issue and so now onto the next one. How do I know that they are going to place him in the proper setting?

Well, the Special Education director called me this morning about my request for a tour. She wanted to ensure that I knew she was also concerned about my son's placement and that they have a very vigorous process for placing children. I will go through this with you as I feel it is a wonderful way of finding the best placement. First off I must state that no one can ensure that the placement of your child is absolutely going to work and there will always be some tweaking to the program. With this in mind, they can do their best to place them in the environment that the team(which includes you), feel is best.

Our school district meets with the Kindergarten teacher in mid January. At this time they arrange for the teacher to go to the Pre-Ks so they can observe the students and report on whether they would be good for their class. Then the parents get to go to the school and observe the classes that best suit their child. In March  there is a Pre-CPSE meeting where everyone discusses the goals and opinions on services and applicable class placement. All opinions are then heard and discussed and a placement is agreed tentatively until the May meeting. Any concerns in between are easy to deal with as they will call another meeting and discuss so that all of the team is together as a team when it comes to the final decision.

The conversation I had today was wonderful. They were prompt on returning my call and they were very clear on the way the process works. She also was very knowledgeable of my son and seemed to really care about his improvement. She also suggested ways to help him at home as well and assured me that while I may feel crazy, I really am on the right track. I think for any parent, it is vital to have open communication with your child's team. It is most successful when you can all work together for the same outcome. I learned a lot in the last four years but I also realized a lot about myself in the last two days.

While I have been advocating for my son diligently. I think I convinced myself that he would start school and everything would just get better. Let me explain, He is four with the functions of a two and a half year old. I had myself so convinced(I think for my own sanity), that he would be at age level and functioning as a typical child once he became school age. I have to stop that thought process as I am expecting way more from the school then my son can perform. They are not miracle workers, they are teachers. If my son is having trouble processing then they can't fix that. But it is an elimination process to find the way to engage him in our world.

It is all a process. Sometimes tiring and exhausting, sometimes making me want to crawl in a hole, but all it takes is that one small thing,(openly giving me a hug, jumping with 2 feet off the ground), that most parents overlook cause they are so common that makes me realize that this is all worth it. He is worth it and I am blessed to have my wonderful children.