Monday, September 13, 2010

Under supervision

The girls went to school this morning feeling a bit tense.
They're "under supervision" now.

Because some teacher said things (that weren't true at all), like they were afriad of going to school. it was concluded they're lagged in development. Which is completely nuts when I compare them to their peers.
School agrees with me.
Because one of the girls was treated very bad by some adults, including that teacher, we thought it good to have her see a therapist. We found the best one we could ever find. She's independent, uses her brains and heart, and concluded that my girl is fine. Absolutely fine. Right where she should be in her development.

Yea, tell me. I've worked with young people that age and a bit older for 10 years. I know.

But hej...strangers know it better nowadays.

It's strange they're not the ones who are observed and told what to do, but I'm the one who has to jump and sit like a marionnette, like a puppet-on-a-string. Because I'm their mother and I'm responsible for them.
OK, as long as they leave them alone.

Interesting is however, that
  • the problems were at school, not at home,
  • the problems were last year, not this year
  • we can't define any lag in development
So we don't know what we have to do to improve ourselves to get rid of the supervision.

Last week we filed a complaint against the supervisors as they didn't behave properly before court. (That's said nicely)
I got a reply from the complaints commission within a few days, and I've replied back already.
So I'm not waiting for an invitation to speak with their supervisor, and I want them off the case.

A new start with someone who's able to understand what we're going through is the first requirement.
I don't need a boss, I need someone who want to work with the facts.

Facts are that my girls feel happy at school and are doing perfectly well. Their group teachers are OK and they don't spread nonsense stories about them.
They're as far in development as their friends of the same age (and older), and I stimulate them in becoming responsible independent women.

Oh yes, it was said I didn't stimulate them to develop.
I still have to laugh about this, even though it's a very serieus accusation.

I'm a mom who stimulated a son with asperger syndrome and ADD to become a responsible adult, working in ICT now, living independent.
I also stimulated a son with PDD-NOS and schoolfobia (because he was physically attacked in front of school by a group of 20 because he protected a friend from burglary, and the school stated they couldn't guarantee it wouldn't happen again) to find his way through life. He's now almost ready with his studies for photographer and he already works as a press-photographer for a paper. He lives independent.
I also stimulated a son with serieus ADHD and serious dyslexia to overcome his worst reading problems and he's just starting his education to become a security agent.
I also stimulated a classic autistic son to look people in the eyes, talk with them, travel by bus and do a lot more, even though he still needs to be told to wash his hair with shampoo and hates strange people in HIS home. He hates to leave his home, but I got him as far that he goes out every week to do something with someone outside the family, and he's trying again at a daycare/workexperience place, even though he has to deal with strong inner obstacles.

I stimulated my little girls to live after they were born with serious rhesus problems. We fought for their lives and they stayed alive.
One of them is seriously dyslectic, but I thought her to read, letter by letter written on her hands. Playing games with them, trying to make her see the letter and hear the sound that belonged to it in her head. I can't understand now how I was able to invent so many games and could be able to give her so much fun, that she loves to read now, even though it takes her a long time.
She's doing so well at school, that she now goes to a level which is three levels above the one they thought she could deal with. She loves to study, loves to go to school, even though that d.mn teacher said she was afraid to go to school.

Both my girls were stimulated to take lessons in music. They're babgpipe-pupils, have tought themselves piano and guitar (like I did when I was young). They even initiated with friends their own band.
They're both very good ballet dancers.
They're very open people ready to face the world, finding out what they want to know. Not the pityfull creatures that teacher said they were: not feeling well with themselves, not able to be with a group.
They're both active members of a nice group of friends, one writes for the schoolpaper, the other is anti-bullying activist. (Guess that's why that teacher didn't like them).

I'm afraid those supervisors will force them into all sorts of therapies and make them into a sort of therapyjunks, by telling them over and over again they're not good enough.

These girls are OK.
Wonderful young women, who are able to make up their own mind, take responsible decisions and look open into the future.

How on earth did that judge accept that nasty and false description of them while she had them both sitting right in front of her?

I don't understand.

So now I wait.
For the invitation to talk about our complaint.
For those supervisors to take over our lives?
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