Post by mommygwen on Apr 24, 2006 20:55:14 GMT -5
sigh.. it is not fair.
Greg started middle school this year. He has a new friend, more freedom and is doing OK. His friend is hearing impaired and the boys communicate simply, they give each other folded airplanes, and playful pushes.
Today they got in trouble for playing in the hall instead if going straight to class. The aide must have been lingering in class to finish up there. The principal caught them and sent the boys to class.
When Greg came home he told me "scratch" and pulled up his sleeve to show me a bite mark with bruises coming up nearby. I called school to ask the teacher if she had seen Greg get into a scuffle. She said no but would check with the aide tomorrow. Greg's shirt was ripped, (dang, it's brand new). I asked him to take it off....OH MY! Scratches on his neck, the other shoulder is bitten and bruised and more on his back!
I called my husband and keep reaching his machine. I found the camera but the batteries are dead. found 2 really old cameras with really , really old film (A downstairs bathroom building project has caused the closet to be dumped into 2 other closets.)I found more batteries; also dead. Reached my husband finally. He told me where the new batteries are. Meanwhile Greg and my other son just want food. Greg does not want to be looked at or touched. He does let me photograph the injuries, but with plenty of complaining. ("Me 'lone" he scowls at me). He will not let me clean or ice them. I did not fight him over that, because the bites are thru the shirt.
I called Dept. of Social Services, where he should have a case manager, but that's something else I need to pursue. So I spoke with a stranger who says I could call Child Protective Services anonymously. ..No that goes to far. I called the Dr and left a message for the nurse, and I called school again and explained the extent of the injuries to the school secretary and his teacher. They told the principal and she called to ask if I could bring Greg in. By now my husband has come home so he can care for our other son.
I told Greg that the grown ups at school want to take care of him and don't want him to ever be hurt. They care about him and want to see what happened. Thank God he came to school willingly and went into the principal's office with the teacher, vice principal and principal with no complaining. I thanked them for taking the time to care for Greg right away. The principal started to ask what Greg had gotten into over the weekend. But stopped that train of questioning when she saw the new red scratches and bites with fresh blood just coming up. The blame immediately went on Greg's friend. (with which I agree) and the boys will be separated. I explained the boys like each other but are not always able to draw line between play and fight. They need to be monitored but should be able to be together. The school needs more staff. They do agree with me. We all handled it well and then they started to lecture Greg about playing in the hallway. "Yes I agree," I say, "because we all want to take good care of the children and we never want anyone to be hurt" Yes they agree but Greg has to be good they say.
I'm exhausted.
I think this was handled OK. But it's not fair. The child gets into trouble, hit, bitten, has to wait for a snack while I search for the camera and doesn't want to be photographed, then back to school in the principal's office and they finish with a be good lecture. And tomorrow a tetnus booster shot.
Greg started middle school this year. He has a new friend, more freedom and is doing OK. His friend is hearing impaired and the boys communicate simply, they give each other folded airplanes, and playful pushes.
Today they got in trouble for playing in the hall instead if going straight to class. The aide must have been lingering in class to finish up there. The principal caught them and sent the boys to class.
When Greg came home he told me "scratch" and pulled up his sleeve to show me a bite mark with bruises coming up nearby. I called school to ask the teacher if she had seen Greg get into a scuffle. She said no but would check with the aide tomorrow. Greg's shirt was ripped, (dang, it's brand new). I asked him to take it off....OH MY! Scratches on his neck, the other shoulder is bitten and bruised and more on his back!
I called my husband and keep reaching his machine. I found the camera but the batteries are dead. found 2 really old cameras with really , really old film (A downstairs bathroom building project has caused the closet to be dumped into 2 other closets.)I found more batteries; also dead. Reached my husband finally. He told me where the new batteries are. Meanwhile Greg and my other son just want food. Greg does not want to be looked at or touched. He does let me photograph the injuries, but with plenty of complaining. ("Me 'lone" he scowls at me). He will not let me clean or ice them. I did not fight him over that, because the bites are thru the shirt.
I called Dept. of Social Services, where he should have a case manager, but that's something else I need to pursue. So I spoke with a stranger who says I could call Child Protective Services anonymously. ..No that goes to far. I called the Dr and left a message for the nurse, and I called school again and explained the extent of the injuries to the school secretary and his teacher. They told the principal and she called to ask if I could bring Greg in. By now my husband has come home so he can care for our other son.
I told Greg that the grown ups at school want to take care of him and don't want him to ever be hurt. They care about him and want to see what happened. Thank God he came to school willingly and went into the principal's office with the teacher, vice principal and principal with no complaining. I thanked them for taking the time to care for Greg right away. The principal started to ask what Greg had gotten into over the weekend. But stopped that train of questioning when she saw the new red scratches and bites with fresh blood just coming up. The blame immediately went on Greg's friend. (with which I agree) and the boys will be separated. I explained the boys like each other but are not always able to draw line between play and fight. They need to be monitored but should be able to be together. The school needs more staff. They do agree with me. We all handled it well and then they started to lecture Greg about playing in the hallway. "Yes I agree," I say, "because we all want to take good care of the children and we never want anyone to be hurt" Yes they agree but Greg has to be good they say.
I'm exhausted.
I think this was handled OK. But it's not fair. The child gets into trouble, hit, bitten, has to wait for a snack while I search for the camera and doesn't want to be photographed, then back to school in the principal's office and they finish with a be good lecture. And tomorrow a tetnus booster shot.