Yesterday, I got some bad news about my daughter. I’ve known for at least the last couple of years or so that my daughter was immature compared to other children her age, but I thought that once school started, she would catch up and everything would be fine. Last week the school called me and told me that they wanted to have a meeting with me about her. So I went to the meeting, where they kindly informed me that in their opinion, my daughter is “mentally impaired” and they wanted to transfer her to another school where they have special education programs for children like her. I sat there in the meeting talking calmly and rationally about all the options, but on the inside I was screaming. I went home and cried my eyes out for hours afterwards, not wanting to believe anything they say, even though I know in my heart that it’s true.
Today, I went over to the other school and saw the classroom and met the principal and the teacher there. They were very nice people. But seeing the other children that are in her class shocked me. There were only six or seven kids in the class, three of which were obviously Down Syndrome children, two more that appeared to have cerebral palsy or something like that, and one other child that was deaf and appeared to be mentally impaired as well. Again, I smiled and nodded, but inside I was screaming uncontrollably, even worse than yesterday. I just got home a little while ago from the meeting and I can’t stop crying. I think I’m going to see if I can find a support group or something in this area because I’m just not coping well with the news.
“Most people would succeed in small things, if they were not troubled with
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)