I was having my first parent-teacher conference at my daughter’s new private school and I was told my daughter needed to be placed in a group for reading comprehension. I couldn't understand what the teacher meant since she was reading and from my standpoint, she could tell me what the story was about. The teacher assured me that all kids develop at different rates and they have placed her in a group that would support her reading comprehension skills. I felt as though maybe I messed up because I taught her how to read.
The moment I started to doubt myself and decided to leave my child's education to her teachers.
For 5 years I had a feeling that something wasn't right with my daughter’s performance in school. Homework that should take her 30 minutes to complete would take her an 1hr in a half. I would ask the teacher what they thought and they always said it’s developmental or just a general “We don’t do that”.
By 8th grade, my daughter would tell me she's working really hard but she feels like she was letting me down and started to show signs of depression. I went on my computer and just started to type in symptoms. I discovered the type of testing that she needed and my daughter ended up having ADHD and Dysgraphia. Unfortunately, by the time she was diagnosed, she was not offered a high school seat at their school
I felt so guilty as a parent. If I had only trusted my gut. I was anxiously running around trying to fix my mistake of trusting teachers over myself.
I took back control of my child's academic journey
I had a short amount of time and had absolutely no idea where to start. Other than ADHD I didn't even understand what Dysgraphia was. The only thing I knew was that they have schools that addressed her diagnoses. While my daughter could not understand why she couldn't take meds and stay in the school. I had to look my daughter in her eyes and explain to her that I didn’t know about her diagnosis and the school was not giving her any time to figure it out. With each word, I could see my daughter’s world being taken away.
I felt so bad. I messed up. I flashbacked to different times that She would be doing her homework and her pencil would stop and she would zone off. My daughter was overwhelmed with the changes in her life and decided to go live with her biological mom
During the same time, I received a call from my son’s school that they can’t understand him when he speaks do I understand him? At this moment I told the truth and I said “No, I don’t” Stepping out of the ideal of being a perfect parent and into a world of testing that required me to be honest with myself about my child's development.
I stepped into the world of advocacy.
When my son went to a new school, this time I knew what type of test to ask for. When I received his test results I highlight everything that he scored low on and contacted therapist and read books. By the time I sat down to review my son’s evaluations I knew more about his results than his school’s team. They politely shut down all of my suggestions and gave my son an Individual Education Plan that would have him always 2 years behind his peers. I knew that was not acceptable. I took my sons tests to a psychiatrist who took one look at his report and told me my son had pervasive Developmental Disorder. I had absolutely no idea what that meant. She told me to go home and look it up. In my research, I found a parenting blog that described a day in the life of her son. As I read her blog I saw my son. With his diagnoses, I was able to get him all of the accommodations he needed and within 2 years he was not only on grade level but he was also 2 years ahead of his classmates.
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