Showing posts with label School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label School. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Challenge.....reluctantly accepted

Challenge: Daniel is really struggling with being "different" this year. In class he was allowed to use a laptop to take notes because handwriting is no bueno. He didn't want to because he was the only one doing it. Today he had to take a test that was down in the Autism suite, with notes, and he didn't want to. Why? "I feel bad that my friends don't get this kind of help. I don't think it's fair just because i'm Autistic I get special treatment."

First of all, I love his heart. Next of all, how do I explain this to him so that he can understand and accept the help he gets, but not lead him to think he's entitled to it? By entitled I mean that I don't want to turn him into Joe Douche that says, "I don't have to do this work, I'm Autistic. Check out the IEP." No. He has special needs, and because of that is afforded assistance in various ways, but I will not ever EVER let him think that's he's a victim and that he can act as if he were one. Oh HELLS no. Not on my watch, Cap'n.

Social studies and science have been a struggle because of the notes and his teachers are working with his team (myself, paras and AS teacher) to come up with a fair compromise so he gets the knowledge, and does the work showing the teacher that he is learning. Because him avoiding class and having 2+ hour meltdowns at home at the suggestion of homework isn't doing anybody any good. But this kid....this kid. He thinks he has an unfair advantage when in actuality his help is leveling the playing field. This kid...

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Tuesday (sorry, can't think of anything clever.)

Daniel has his music program at school tonight. Tuesday. At 7:30.  From what I have been told by his Para, there is NO organization to this, the 4th graders are supposed to show up DURING the 3rd grade performance, then there will be a guitar hand-off between the 3rd and 4th, they will take to the risers and sing, play recorder, and play guitar. No rehearsal during the day to see how it will work out, nor will the 4th graders be meeting in a classroom or even the hallway to walk in together.  Curt and Mrs. Nehila would NEVER allow such a haphazard production.

Anyway, Tuesdays are Daniel's long day. He has therapy in the morning before school (and today's was tough), then school, then his acting club goes until 5:30. We don't get home until about six and then we have eat dinner, change clothes (Daniel, not us) and go back to his school for a concert that, by my guessing, will be 30 minutes MINIMUM. Also,his meds start to be weaning off during late afternoon/early evening and going into this situation with lots of chaos, and noise....I just don't know.

The more I think about it, the more I want to keep him home. Does that make me a bad mom? Obviously, if he really wants to go I will take him, but I have a feeling that he might be okay with it since yesterday afternoon he was already getting nervous about it.

This part of the Spectrum is hard: He is so talented and loves performing, but the pre-performance anxiety nearly destroys him. *sigh*