Sometimes I forget who I am.
I become so engrossed in playing the game of special needs parent with the school
I forget who I am playing.
It is at these times I am thankful
for the unique individuals in my life
who hold up a mirror,
bonk me on the head
and remind me
of who I am
And what I must do
Despite the success of the PWS presentation we gave to Nick's classmates this year, he has struggled in this public school setting. He is all alone in a substantially separate program with no adequate peer grouping. As I feared from the start, this placement has produced an increase in anxiety and now depression. His behavior at school has escalated and he has developed urticaria, a severe rash of unknown origin causing three rush trips to Children's Hospital with the potential for anaphylactic shock.
Shortly after this diagnosis, he told me that a student showed him his private parts at school. He identified the time, the place and the specific hand gesture. He said he could identify the student.
I contacted the school immediately.
It took them several months to investigate my report.
They responded back in writing, telling me that the results of their interview with Nicholas were inconclusive. They believed the incident never occurred.
Nicholas does not lie. In fact, he is honest to a fault.
I reported what I believe to be sexual harassment and the school's lack of response to it, to our local police department, who said they would investigate.
I have not heard back from them.
My blood has begun to boil.
So, thank you Dr George,
who is quick to remind me:
YOU'RE A PIRATE...
IT'S TIME TO RELEASE THE KRAKEN
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