Reality bites. While I was at WDW, 2 family members died - not close, but still... I had seen both of them this summer, one at my dad's funeral and the other at my mom's 80th birthday. It was not a surprise for either of them, but it hurts nonetheless. I have the usual household stuff - the place looks like a hurricane hit after I left, and they did a quick tidy before I got back, but under all those piles are messes that must be dealt with. Then there is that pile of bills and letters...
Two of the letters were from therapists who are helping my daughter at her school. One was a nastygram from the speech therapist saying that I had been expected to sign off on her home exercise sheet every week to assure compliance with the program, and I wasn't doing my part. News to me, and I am paying for this out of my pocket, the tone really struck me as rather severe. The other one really hurt, though... it is from a new occupational therapist who started working with my DD this school year, an update and justification to the school district for continuation of services. We have been to 7 previous OTs for both my kids, so I have seen many excellent reports with good and bad news, but this report was all bad news. There was nothing positive to say to soften the blows of the evaluation, it was all prediction of a poor outcome. My daughter is a sweet, kind, happy, loving, gentle, wonderful girl, full of gifts of the heart, intelligent and perceptive, sensitive and giving... and this report reduced her to a list of problems that may never be solved.
This therapist is excellent, the report is one of the best I have seen for clarity and content, and the clinical evaluation is right on the mark in terms of the kinds of issues she has to deal with for the rest of her life, but it hurts to know that this report about her body will be in her permanent record forever, and her soul got left out. Know what I mean?
"My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room..."
teri@iluvdisney.com
Two of the letters were from therapists who are helping my daughter at her school. One was a nastygram from the speech therapist saying that I had been expected to sign off on her home exercise sheet every week to assure compliance with the program, and I wasn't doing my part. News to me, and I am paying for this out of my pocket, the tone really struck me as rather severe. The other one really hurt, though... it is from a new occupational therapist who started working with my DD this school year, an update and justification to the school district for continuation of services. We have been to 7 previous OTs for both my kids, so I have seen many excellent reports with good and bad news, but this report was all bad news. There was nothing positive to say to soften the blows of the evaluation, it was all prediction of a poor outcome. My daughter is a sweet, kind, happy, loving, gentle, wonderful girl, full of gifts of the heart, intelligent and perceptive, sensitive and giving... and this report reduced her to a list of problems that may never be solved.
This therapist is excellent, the report is one of the best I have seen for clarity and content, and the clinical evaluation is right on the mark in terms of the kinds of issues she has to deal with for the rest of her life, but it hurts to know that this report about her body will be in her permanent record forever, and her soul got left out. Know what I mean?
"My brain takes a vacation just to give my heart more room..."
teri@iluvdisney.com
