Last week my youngest child,The Diva, was assessed by a real live psychologist, for free, on the schools insistence. As far as I know they personally footed the bill because I was clear on the fact that I couldn’t afford it and as they said, ‘We are Desperate!’.
Hmmm, ‘Desperate’ can cost a girl.
My daughter enjoyed her assessment thoroughly. It started off well especially when the Doc introduced himself and my babe said that ‘Mommy told me to call you Doctor Quack’…….
Well since then after all the manic activity surrounding my daughters behaviour, I’ve heard nothing. Not a peep. The Diva said that ‘Doctor Quack’ may want to see her again.
So today I decided to take the bull by the horns and track down the teacher to ask what was happening. I smiled and politely asked about the progress of the assessment. There and then my earlier suspicions were finally laid to rest. A simple question reduced the woman to a twitchy, nervy mess. She launched into an intricate rundown of the kind of report he was most likely busy preparing and all the information we could expect to receive and the fact that it took time and, and, and…. Before I knew what was happening she was suggesting we see if he was available and went dashing off to find him.
I have never, ever, seen a woman walk so fast. She was positively electrified.
As I watched her back dissappear into the distance I imagined being taught by a woman who didn’t listen to your questions, was unable to answer concisely and oozed anxiety and tension with every step.
After finding his office empty, she spun around and stormed back, talking at a rate of knots and then as we passed the loos suddenly changed direction. announcing she needed the ladies, and dissappeared into the great unknown.
I was exhausted!
I don’t know what the assessment on my daughter will be, and I am thoroughly suspicious of an independent psychologist who has suddenly appeared at the school with his own offices and a whole sea of possible new clients to hook.
I do know this however, that after dealing with my child’s new teacher I am no longer confused as to why there have been so many problems in such a short time. The woman is a mess. I cannot negate my daughters stubborness or her forgetfullness but I know that faced with such manic energy on a daily basis would have the same effect on her as two large bars of chocolate!
The future is murky and holds a multitude of possibilities. As to my role in all of that, only one thing is clear – among other things, I am my daughters protector. I will not tolerate a system that forces an 8 year old child to leave the class for an entire day because she was chatting, a system that refuses to allow her to participate in music or school P.T. because she left her pencil at home or sends her to the principals office for crying in class- given that teacher, I would too!
If a grown-ass teacher is unable to control her actions, her emotions or her thought processes, how do they expect a small child to do better?
But for now we wait. She may need another session – perhaps they couldn’t find the ADD or ADHD the first time? Funny that! Equally interesting is the fact that ‘Doctor Quack’ has not asked to meet with me – one would think that meeting the parents would be vital in creating a fuller picture of the child’s life and circumstances.
But what do I know? I’m just a waitress.
Let’s hope these nice people don’t confuse my humble position in life with a humble intellect.
I would hate to be the one feeling ‘desperate’ – it just brings out the gangster in me…..