Wednesday morning the screen of my laptop flickered gently out. Repeated efforts revealed that I had best contact the Genius Bar. And so this post, and maybe a couple more plus posts depending on what the "Pomae Genii" are able to do for and with my laptop, is brought to you courtesy of the blogging website that used to host Autismland, the blog I called the "autism reality show" and wrote from June 2005 till February 2007 (and first under the name "My Son Has Autism"). (I've occasionally written a few entries here since then.) And, this post is brought to you courtesy of the sometimes balky, partially keyboarded laptop (a couple of years ago there was a phase of pull-out-the-keys-from-laptop-keyboard going on in our household) that I (roll out the violins) started blogging on when Charlie's head didn't reach past my shoulder.
Old website, old laptop, me wondering how soon it'll be that I just reach Charlie's shoulder, and us in the same dilemma about Charlie's education, and again in the IDEA/IEP Follies.
Wednesday morning we requested an emergency meeting with the school district. I wrote yesterday about the helmet. It was also communicated to me over the phone on Tuesday by Charlie's teacher that they have been restaining him ("doing takedowns") every day except for Monday since the school year started last week. We have so far received two individual emails about Charlie and two phone calls (one on Saturday morning, the other Tuesday afternoon); the restraints were not specifically noted until Tuesday. We await the incident reports. There have also been some group emails to the parents of all the children in Charlie's class. Last school year, and during this past summer's Extended School Year, Charlie's teacher (the same teacher) emailed us daily about him.
I mean, c'mon, you don't have to be a Genius (Apple type or Einstein type) to add up the 2 + 2 going on here. (Apologies for being cryptic, and greetings again to any and all adminstrators, etc. from our school district.)
I didn't hear anything from Charlie's teacher on Wednesday. We also have yet to hear a response from the district regarding our three requests for an emergency meeting. So while the fun continues with these shenanigans (and here I thought we had schools to educate children! aber nein, schade), actual fun does continue in our little corner of suburban Jersey. Charlie has been typing on my laptop to watch YouTube videos, and yesterday he was quietly flummoxed when I said that my computer is "broken" (a word that has been a source of past distress). I tried showing him a video on my phone. He was really puzzled about that and, after sitting looking at his lap for a few minutes, he asked for his socks and shoes, got them, said "helmet on" and got his bike helmet, and got out the bikes. He waited over a half-hour for Jim to get home on the train, and started pedalling down the street almost before Jim got on his bike.
Welcome back to Autismland.