We have a home visit tonight for the 3 year IEP evaluation. The school psychologist, who chairs Monkey’s IEP team, will be coming over to administer the Vineland. 90 minutes of pure fun, I tell you! Gah.
The whole home visit thing cheeses me off, actually. First, the school psychologists do not do home visits for all of the kids in the district, just kids on IEPs. I wonder what people would say if they started doing home visits for all the kids in the district based on other criteria, like socioeconomic status, for instance. I’m thinking that wouldn’t fly.
Second, the idea may be to have a chance to observe Monkey in an environment where he is most comfortable but his comfort level drops to ZERO when there is a stranger invading his space (and she is a stranger to him.)
Third, and finally, duuuuude, I don’t like strangers invading my space either. I want to go home, put on my ‘jamas (to stop Monkey’s inevitable freak out) and chill. Instead, I get a stomachache all afternoon because of the anxiety over the whole deal. Some of the anxiety is the social anxiety I deal with all the time but add to that my deep-seated need to excel in all tests…
I get freaking test anxiety and I’m not even the one being tested. Pitiful.
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