Had a rough day. Moved across the US 3 weeks ago. Had DS's first doctor's appointment today to get re-reffered for SALT (DS has been going for 2 years) and get a form filled in so DS can attend preschool.
The doctor did a swell job of making me feel inadequate because DS wasn't in "school". A) We just moved less than a month ago. B) He attended a program the last 2 years just not a "school" as such but run by early childhood professionals through the YMCA C) He had lots of friends who didn't mind his speech issues or obsession with construction equipment D) I'd just explained all this to him and GIVEN HIM THE STATE HEALTH ASSESSMENT FORM that any preschool he goes to will need.
Just on and on and on about the difficulties of getting services, I'd better take a case worker to the next IEP meeting, and on and on and on. And now we have a social worker assigned to us!
I've only moved here THREE WEEKS AGO! And even though I told him all the things we did at our old house, it didn't matter.
Then DS had the mother of all meltdowns because they needed to draw blood to check for lead poisoning and anemia
. I was told his was standard procedure based on where we were coming from.
And here I thought I was doing well.
Venting over. Thank you.