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  • Dear Teacher I’m Sorry You Missed Out On My Awesome Kid

    After a tough year. I wrote this.

    Dear Teacher

    I have heard your complaints, how my child has been bossy.

    I have heard you say he did not follow your exact directions.

    I have heard you say he wrote his name on a ruler.

    I have heard you say he takes some things to the extreme.

    I have heard every single one of your complaints.

    I have heard you tell me he is below grade level.

    I have heard you tell me he is taking advantage of his IEP accommodations.

    I have heard the list of members around the table at every IEP meeting yet it all seems a blur when it is over.

    I have also heard the doctor say he may not be successful in life.

    I have heard a list of diagnoses including Autism, hypotonia, Epilepsy, Dyslexia, Chromosomal abnormalities and even more.

    I have heard him cry at night that he has no friends.

    I have heard him tell me that even you think he is dumb.

    I have heard him tell me that he is too nervous to go to school.

    I have heard him cry over homework at 9pm, because he was at various therapies right after school. All because you told him it must be done, you will check, even though we talked about evening therapies multiple times.

    What I have not heard is one positive thing about my child this year.

    I am sorry that even though you had him for 180 days you missed the amazing child behind those diagnosis’s, you missed the heart behind it.

    While that ultimately made our year really tough, you are the one who missed out on an amazing kid. Not all disabilities show on the outside and that is the case with my child. You missed out this time, I hope not next time. Please remember that positive words go farther than negativity. Your students and families see your eye rolls. If it is hard for you, imagine how it is for us. How would you feel if it was your child? We feel your annoyance, it really hurts. I will not apologize because I am not sorry for my child they are working with what they were given. You are there to guide them, help them and be there when they need it. Remember dear teacher, if all kids were the same this world would be pretty boring. I know he will do great things because he is capable of things you never seen possible.

    Signed,

    The parent of the kid you missed out on

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/amanda.sullivan.790693

  • I Am 2 I Am Not Naughty

    “I am 2. I am not terrible or naughty …I am frustrated. I am nervous, stressed out, overwhelmed, and confused. I need a hug.”

    From the diary of a 2-year-old:

    Today I woke up and wanted to get dressed by myself but was told “No, we don’t have time, let me do it.”

    This made me sad.

    I wanted to feed myself for breakfast but was told,

    “No, you’re too messy, let me do it for you.”

    This made me feel frustrated.

    I wanted to walk to the car and get in on my own but was told, “No, we need to get going, we don’t have time. Let me do it.”

    This made me cry.

    I wanted to get out of the car on my own but was told “No, we don’t have time, let me do it.”

    This made me want to run away.

    Later I wanted to play with blocks but was told “no, not like that, like this…”

    I decided I didn’t want to play with blocks anymore. I wanted to play with a doll that someone else had, so I took it. I was told “No, don’t do that! You have to share.”

    I’m not sure what I did, but it made me sad. So I cried. I wanted a hug but was told “No, you’re fine, go play”.

    I’m being told it’s time to pick up. I know this because someone keeps saying, “Go pick up your toys.”

    I am not sure what to do, I am waiting for someone to show me.

    “What are you doing? Why are you just standing there? Pick up your toys, now!”

    I was not allowed to dress myself or move my own body to get to where I needed to go, but now I am being asked to pick things up.

    I’m not sure what to do. Is someone supposed to show me how to do this? Where do I start? Where do these things go? I am hearing a lot of words but I do not understand what is being asked of me. I am scared and do not move.

    I lay down on the floor and cry.

    When it was time to eat I wanted to get my own food but was told “no, you’re too little. Let me do it.”

    This made me feel small. I tried to eat the food in front of me but I did not put it there and someone keeps saying “Here, try this, eat this…” and putting things in my face.

    I didn’t want to eat anymore. This made me want to throw things and cry.

    I can’t get down from the table because no one will let me…because I’m too small and I can’t. They keep saying I have to take a bite. This makes me cry more. I’m hungry and frustrated and sad. I’m tired and I need someone to hold me. I do not feel safe or in control. This makes me scared. I cry even more.

    I am 2. No one will let me dress myself, no one will let me move my own body where it needs to go, no one will let me attend to my own needs.

    However, I am expected to know how to share, “listen”, or “wait a minute”. I am expected to know what to say and how to act or handle my emotions. I am expected to sit still or know that if I throw something it might break….But, I do NOT know these things.

    I am not allowed to practice my skills of walking, pushing, pulling, zipping, buttoning, pouring, serving, climbing, running, throwing or doing things that I know I can do. Things that interest me and make me curious, these are the things I am NOT allowed to do.

    I am 2. I am not terrible…I am frustrated. I am nervous, stressed out, overwhelmed, and confused. I need a hug.

    -Author unknown