This afternoon Duhdee and I will be attending an IEP meeting. Well, actually, it’s what everyone else would call a parent/teacher conference but we live in a special world where everything is governed by our IEP and federal law. Awesome.
So, a parent/teacher conference, no big deal! Right? Right. So why do I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach? We haven’t even started kindergarten and I’m already shell-shocked by the entire IEP experience/process.
This should be fine. We’ve read the progress notes, he’s doing GREAT! He’s a magic little being who charms (and manipulates, in a charming fashion, of course) everyone he works with. Even knowing what we should hear at the meeting still leaves me flashing back to that meeting two years ago when we heard all the same things only to be told 3 months later that none of it was exactly true and whatever was true didn’t matter…no one could handle him or be expected to handle him.
*Sigh* I’m going to go buy some cookies and show up with a smile…hopefully I manage to get there without throwing up. It’s all going to be fine, I wish I could convince myself of that though.
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Good Luck- I hope you get everything Monkey needs and some more of what you want!
Thanks 🙂 It wasn’t awful. The cookies were good (Whole Foods, double chocolate, omg) and the reports were really good too. He is doing great, growing by leaps and bounds, he’s met a bunch of goals, they’re planning harder ones, they’re upping their expectations of him in the classroom, they feel that he is cognitively able to do the work expected of him all that holds him back is his need for adult support to stay on task. I see integrated kindergarten and a 1-1 aide in our future…of course the district will disagree vehemently…but that’s why we pay an advocate 🙂
he met goals already this year that’s an awesome job monkey