I don’t know why I haven’t been blogging. It really does help me process my experiences. And I enjoy it. Also it reminds me I have abilities outside of my parenting duties. I can type, for one thing, and the words come easily most of the time. It feels good.
So why have I been neglecting my blog? Maybe I thought it was easier to pretend it all wasn’t happening. To write is to think, and to think is to not ignore. Not that I was ignoring anything exactly, but part of the past year has involved distancing myself from the day-to-day in order to preserve my own sanity and physical health. This is not hyperbole. Here’s what happened:
Once we established last fall that going to school was not a viable option for Maddie (remember the conversation: “So it seems to me you don’t intend to go to school anymore.” “Nope.”), the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders. My two-month-long migraine magically vaporized. I exhaled the longest breath of my life. And I just let it go.
But you can’t REALLY just let it go. A child under 18 who has not graduated or passed an equivalency exam is required by law to go to school. Her IEP mitigates some of that obligation, but eventually I was going to have to do SOMETHING. The school wasn’t initiating any efforts to solve the problem, so I took matters into my own hands and hired Kim, the educational therapist, to work with Maddie. Kim has been a magical force for Maddie, an incredibly calm presence who truly seems to understand her student. There would be no (or very little) actually going to school, but we managed to eek out a little school work, enough to get us all through the year.
It wasn’t easy. In fact, it was an incredibly frustrating process to negotiate with the school and the district to make this situation workable.
After a year and a half of attendance problems, which followed an initial meeting in which we cited ATTENDANCE PROBLEMS as our single biggest concern, we were still met with a serious failure to understand the core issue. Not once, despite indications to the contrary, did she see a counselor or a psychologist to help get to the bottom of the issue. It seems rather obvious that when there is a behavior issue, discovering the reason why is crucial coming up with a possible solution.
Finally, finally, fi-nal-ly, when I made it very clear that I didn’t expect any more schedule changes to affect Maddie’s ability to get up and go, the district offered something called wrap-around services. In theory, it’s great, and in many cases I’m sure it’s effective. The district contracts with a service provider who sends social workers out to your home to become acquainted with the child in the comfort of their own home (or on a nature walk or whatever works) and to learn more about the family situation, in order to address the behavior problem at its root. Very often the child has serious issues involving drugs or alcohol, so the service providers were thrilled to come to a home with a functioning family unit and supportive, loving parents.
However, I hesitated to approve this course of action. I wasn’t confident this would work. Something was holding me back, but our advisor suggested I consent because a significant part of negotiating with the school is playing the game, i.e. “pretending to go along with their recommendations so you have some legal standing and eventually they have to come up with the RIGHT solution.” Apparently this is a necessary step in negotiations, which I absolutely loathe. Why can’t we all put our cards on the table and make the best choice? Why this aggravating game in which nobody wins (except, I suppose, often the district’s budget)?
So after weeks of deliberating, I consented, and the team of ladies arrived at our house a week later to meet. It was a cadre of three women, one fresh out of college, one with decades of experience, and the other somewhere in between. These were three terrific women, easy to talk to, eager to help. I was optimistic. It really was worth a try, I thought.
Well, except for the part about playing along with the school district, it turns out it wasn’t worth a try at all. Courtney, the young woman whose job it was to connect with Maddie, didn’t have the experience necessary for a kid like Maddie. She was warm and friendly, but after the first visit, Maddie wouldn’t even get out of bed or show her face while Courtney sat there for an hour trying to get her to respond. That happened twice.
Heidi, whose responsibility was to meet with the parents and make a behavior plan, was enthusiastic and fun. Maddie’s interest was piqued when she learned Heidi knew what LARPing was. (LARPing is live action role playing, for those not in the know.) But she too missed the boat.
After repeated conversations in which I explained the history of my child, Heidi showed up one day ecstatic with her new idea: Maddie’s reward could be a weekend LARPing excursion.
Well, slap my head. I never thought of that! Just kidding! I should have slapped Heidi’s head instead.
Had she not listened when I explained repeatedly that neither rewards nor punishments have ever been reliably successful with my daughter? Had she not heard me when I told her you could tell Maddie she could go to Disneyland on Saturday if she went to school all week, and then Monday morning she would refuse to get out of bed, and then Saturday she would get up and say, “So are we going to Disneyland?” It just doesn’t work and it never has.
Did she not listen when I told her how many people have suggested we “find her currency” and that was the answer? We don’t know her f**ing currency because she doesn’t have any!
I was beginning to get discouraged, to say the least.
Then we had one more IEP meeting. Maddie still wasn’t going to school and we had to figure out how the school would accommodate her. Heidi and Courtney joined us. Heidi presented her magnificent LARPing plan and Courtney said nothing. Finally I asked Courtney to give her report.
“Oh, Maddie’s so great!” she offered, smiling wide.
I can only imagine the expression on my face. What? That’s your report? “Can you please describe your last two meetings with Maddie?” I requested, trying to hide my aggravation.
“Well she wouldn’t get out of bed or talk to me,” Courtney admitted.
I was calm on the outside (I think) but I wanted to scream. I was so angry.
Not only had these meetings been pointless, I was now frustrated beyond belief. Worse, Maddie was so tired of meeting with people and talking that she eventually didn’t want to see ANYBODY, including Kim, which whom she had developed a meaningful, productive and successful relationship.
There were countless frustrating email exchanges in the course of this failed experiment, some prompting me to cry ‘HELP ME AND PLEASE FIX THIS!” to our advisor and friend. I just couldn’t take it anymore.
At the start of that IEP meeting, my husband declared, “If don’t walk out of here with a new plan, I’m going to be very frustrated.” Amen to that. I had to say very clearly that we all had to accept Maddie wouldn’t be returning to school. A reduced schedule, the cafeteria job she loves, anything else they could come up with was not going to effect a change.
There is something going on with this kid that defies material changes in her school day other than not having a school day AT school. The district head of special education declared, “We are not a home school program. We cannot continue this course of action.” Somebody suggested the district’s alternative independent study high school. Sort of a good idea, except that there are weekly meetings with teachers and attendance is absolutely mandatory. Anytime I imagine absolutely positively getting Maddie to go somewhere, my heart sinks. Currently that’s simply not going to work. Luckily, the school counselor shook her head. At least somebody got it. She recognized the absurdity of a solution that included mandatory attendance.
Somehow or other, because the school year was winding up, we managed to come to an agreement. Maddie’s schedule would remain reduced. Eventually we decided she would go to school on Mondays, when she would attend every class and obtain her work, which she would do at home. Nobody was to make a big deal of her return: a quiet nod as she slid into her seat would be enough. She wouldn’t be seated next to two particular girls who cause her anxiety. She could work in the cafeteria. She would lie low (which, it turns out, meant doing whatever she wanted quietly in her seat, so when other kids were doing school projects, she might be writing a story on her phone, intending to do the work at home with Kim). It sort of seems ridiculous now, to force her to go to school in order to achieve absolutely nothing. But she did it. She completed her coursework. She went to school on Mondays, without a single fight.
We cheered for this little bit, but not too much because she doesn’t like it. I think she finds it condescending. We set what seem like small goals, but what are are shooting for is something challenging enough and, we hope, achievable.
I haven’t checked her grades yet. Honestly I don’t care what they are. I do hope she passed so she can have the credits as we launch into the next phase (online school!) but mostly I’m just thrilled we all made it until June 8th intact–my fiftieth birthday and the last day of school–intact.
The Year of Living Hopefully 