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Angry Aspie! Little man’s school is making me violent

Yesterday morning went really well, for our house anyway. Daylight savings time had everyone’s schedule messed up and the Tot was up at 6:18, but at least he was happy with his sippy cup in my bed watching Dora.

When the baby woke a few minutes later, I knew it was time to drag myself out of bed and get everyone dressed. To my amazement, little man’s (9) lunch was made, the Tot, (2)and the baby (2 months) were both dressed, and Aspie Teen (14) was up helping load them all into the van by 7:25!  Awesome! Plenty of time to get the little man to school by 7:50, drop off the Tot, and get the baby to his well baby appointment by 930, right?

Things were going great, until I turned around and saw that the Tot’s pants were soaked. I guess those new Lightening Mcqueen pull-ups didn’t do such a great job.

I didn’t even run back to the house to change him. I only ran in to get him a clean pair of pants. I figured since he was already strapped into his car seat, I would change him at daycare…only about ten minutes until we get there.

I rushed to little man’s school, pulling up on what should have been the car line at 7:45, with five minutes to spare, but there was no one on the line. I thought I missed something. Maybe there was no school today, maybe I’m in the twilight zone. I  double checked the clock, just in case daylight savings time did me in again, wouldn’t be the first time, but no, it was 7:45.

I pulled over, got him out if the car and walked him into school. We were late. Apparently the car line was freakishly short, never happens, and everyone was gone already, including the crossing guards. Weird–I’d dropped him off at this time many many times before making him run into school so he was not late.  There had always been people outside the school.

Anyway, I walk in to find out we are late, and I checked the clock again because now I was confused. Apparently, this year, the school schedule changed and instead of the kids needing to be in school by 750, they need to be there by 740!! Well, I missed that memo, which resulted in too many tardies for us!

So the ridiculous reaction the school had to too many lates is that the child gets suspended for the next day, and I have to drag my butt to the principals office the following morning so he can return to school.

And..if that isn’t enough, every day he is late after this one will result in another suspension.

My day gets better! He is only allowed 10 days absent (i got a letter about this too), more than that and he is not promoted. Well after the trip to NYC for my father’s funeral, and today, because suspension days count towards these absences, we are up to 9! So one more time late, he gets left back? It’s only November! Should I just take him out if school and keep him home now? Is that what they would like me to do? This school, with their stupid silent lunches, silent school buses, where they wield the privilege of recess like a bunch if power hungry maniacs is driving me crazy and making me violent. I want to punch someone in the nose!

Let me add, he was sent home with text books yesterday to do schoolwork at home, but no written assignments telling me what to make him do!

These kids lose recess if they are missing any part of their homework, a signature, or, now, if they fail a test!  If he goes to school tomorrow without today’s schoolwork, and loses recess, I am going to lose it!!!

UPDATE:

As an added bonus, this morning my alarm didn’t go off (I shut it off yesterday because little man didn’t have to go to school and forgot), and we were late, again! Someone save me!!!

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Jeannie Davide-Rivera

Jeannie is an award-winning author, the Answers.com Autism Category Expert, contributes to Autism Parenting Magazine, and the Thinking Person's Guide to Autism. She lives in New York with her husband and four sons, on the autism spectrum.