Today’s public school drama involved my daughter’s PE teacher forcing her to do jumping jacks even though she told him she had a bad headache and was diagnosed with migraines and could she please walk laps instead. “NO.” he said, then forced her to do jumping jacks until she had to run to the bathroom to throw up. Because the jumping jacks, in the bright sunlight, triggered the migraine that she’d been trying to hold off. Then? He refused to let her go to the nurse until one of his aides took pity and took her anyway. I had to come get her and she missed another day of school, including the academic classes she needed to attend today to get homework packets and makeup work turned in. All because someone needed to prove he’s the boss of his PE class.
Yeah, ok Big Man. You’ve got a huge one all right. And you pick on little girls and make them cry, too. We’re all in awe of your sheer damned manliness.
When I phoned to complain about this, her counselor told me that the only way we can get her exempt from PE is if she “breaks something.” To say that I went ballistic is an understatement.
My daughter then offered to break her arm, if that would help.
Fortunately, she won’t have to resort to that – I finally think I found the right combination of people to email. I went over some heads and it seems like now I’ve struck the right note, I’ve cited legal statutes, I’ve pointed out that she has an IEP we can amend, and I did so to the right people, FINALLY. We’re finally in compliance with the truancy review board, so the nasty letters have stopped. We may have action. We may have resolution. Or at least, improvement. Fingers crossed, please!! The school nurse is in our court, the IEP coordinator is scheduling an emergency meeting and hopefully these things will help.
We started her on a new beta blocker to try to get this under control, as the med we’d had her on previously was not helping. Fingers even more crossed that perhaps this is the magic bullet.
I need this to be over and sorted. I’m pulling my hair out. It’s taking a terrible toll on everyone, especially my daughter. I’m lucky to still have my job.
Sometimes life isn’t fair, and you just go on and make do. And try to make it better. And you knit a lot, just because that helps.