The Airing of Grievances
posted Wednesday December 6th, 2017
Sophie’s lawyer asked me to write down some concerns in anticipation of her annual IEP meeting next week.
(IEP stands for Individualized Education Plan — the living legal document that guides/dictates the educational life of a kid with a disability.)
I smirked. Perfect timing for an airing of grievances.
I started this blog to catalog Sophie’s kindergarten year — and kept going. This past August she started high school, and I’ve been uncharacteristically quiet. Yes, it’s natural to pull back on the details as your child gets older, or stop writing altogether. There are a lot of parenting blogs gathering dust out there in cyberspace. But that’s not what this is about.
I haven’t known what to say. At first I didn’t know what to say because as high school approached, I didn’t have a care in the world. This terrified me because the last time I feel that calm was right before Sophie was born and diagnosed with Down syndrome and a heart defect.
We’d spent so many months years planning, stressing, applying, questioning — there was nothing left to do but shop for school supplies.
And then, two weeks before school started, Sophie’s lawyer called to say she was closing her practice. I hung up the phone and sobbed. This woman had been Sophie’s only legal representative — we’d waited till third grade to hire an advocate to fight for a classroom aide and to stop the emphasis on test scores that said so little about my kid. “You’ve got this,” the lawyer promised. “You don’t really need anyone.”
It’s true that at that point, everything was in place. School started okay. Sophie was on Cloud Nine, fueled by the fact that she had left the middle school dress code behind. As we pulled into the school parking lot the first day, she cranked a Taylor Swift song on her phone:
And you walk through the doors
It’s the morning of your very first day
You say hi to your friends you ain’t seen in awhile
Try and stay out of everybody’s way
And you’re gonna be here for the next four years
In this town
Hoping one of those senior boys
Will wink at you and say, “you know I haven’t seen you around, before”
Just like that, one day she was gone.
(This was not her fault — and her leaving had nothing to do with Sophie.)
Without the lawyer, without the aide, I felt like I’d been instantly transported to a tightrope miles above the city, Sophie in my arms. Sophie’s small for her age, but by no means can I hold her these days. Definitely not without solid ground beneath me.
The free fall hasn’t been fun.
I had no power over who Sophie’s next aide would be. But I did get to pick her next attorney. I met with a friend who’s also a special ed lawyer. “I can’t help you,” she said. “I’ve never known a kid with Down syndrome who’s been mainstreamed in the classroom as long as Sophie has.”
Today we have a super lawyer; hopefully she will still be our super lawyer after she reads my list of grievances.
And Sophie has a new aide. The woman seems sharp and kind. Sophie likes her. They do not have the rapport that only comes after six years together all day, pretty-much-every-day. But they’re getting there.
The damage of three weeks of substitute aides and what I’ll euphemistically refer to as “communication challenges” has not been undone. High school is hard, really hard. I think it can work. I hope it can work. It can work. I need to make it work for Sophie. She loves the school; I just have to make sure it loves her.
Easy, right? If you’re looking for me, I’ll be the one holding my breath till after that IEP meeting.
Amy, you have no idea how much this blog means to me. I follow your scathing Twitter account and feel just as you do about the slow, steady erosion of our democracy.
And then I find you here worrying about Sophie and high school and I think about my own daughter Moy Moy and I wonder about the private lives of all those people on both right and left who are – probably – just like us, struggling to be good people and to make this world a better place.
I’m not saying I’m cutting Donald Trump or Roy Moore any slack. Just that the double lives we lead give me hope for the world. There is always a back story.
Good luck with all of this, Amy. I marvel at all Sophie has accomplished.
Oh man, Amy… didn’t know Sophie lost her aide :/ all of those things seem to have bunched together. But I’m glad the new one is good! Changes always come at the most inopportune time in adult life, so I guess this is as a good time as ever to learn about inconvenient and even uncomfortable changes in life for Sophie, cause high school is preparing us to be adults. Hopefully she will learn to deal well! Best of luck with school and everything to you guys
Sophie is a gem who is well-loved. No child has ever had a finer advocate than you. I am proud of your efforts. I will hold my breath with you. xo
High school is so hard, but can also bring some exciting opportunities. I will pray that this year goes smoothly for Sophie – and for you!