Monday, May 19, 2014

Coming to the end of the school year, I have to write a post that really comes from my heart. For all the year's that I have advocated, guided, controlled, and most importantly, helped my daughter in school and life, we come to the end of her high school years. I have tried to write about all the issues that I feel people should know about, how I dealt with them, and maybe, someone out there can glean some information for their child. This past weekend some pretty monumental occurrences happened in my daughter's life. The first huge hurtle was that she drove herself to and from school last week. Why do you say this is monumental? Well my daughter has NVLD and an anxiety issue in which she doesn't display much self confidence. Driving alone and to a place that she knows is Huge! I am so proud of her, this is a life skill she will need for the rest of her life. This skill is what is going to help her get to a job, and help us as a family. Big Hurtle! The second monumental hurtle was in school. In my daughter's high school in order to graduate they had to complete a capstone project. This project was given to them in Junior year. They had to pick a profession that they felt they would like to go into and pick a mentor. In picking this mentor, they had to log in time hours and at the end present to a panel of peers and teachers to pass and graduate. My daughter took this project head on, went and advocated for herself, found a mentor and proceeded do her project throughout the year. Yes, there were hiccups, don't get me wrong but they have finished the process and now they have to present. On Friday my daughter's Special Education teacher wrote me the most wonderful email I could have gotten. She asked my daughter to give her presentation to her guided learning class, as sort of a pre-presentation. She said that she was not nervous, was poised, confident, head held up and knew everything she presented. She presented for 10 minutes straight. She wrote that she was so proud of my daughter and that if I were there I would be just as proud. Cry, you betcha! For a child that had no confidence, very little self esteem, I knew that everything that she worked for throughout the years all paid off and will continue to be with her going forward in college. Don't get me wrong there will be setbacks, but I realize now that setbacks are all learning to get her where she needs to be. Of course the icing on the cake was that this weekend was the prom. Yes, she had a date, and it was lovely. She met her friends at another girls house and they had a great time. Another monumental hurtle, ADD and NVLD had difficulty with keeping friends. This was most rewarding seeing her have friends that she had a good time with. This took quite a bit of work and group therapy on her part, but it certainly paid off. I guess my advice today is patience, perserverence , love and hope, these are key to helping your child.

Monday, May 5, 2014

As my child goes from summer camp, school and now graduation, we come upon the most difficult time in a child's disability, the first job. Although my daughter has babysat in the neighborhood and made lots of money,the economy is such that those jobs are few and far between now, as more people are staying home. Plus I might add more children are looking for these types of jobs. At the lovely age of 17 my daughter has started looking for the "summer job". I tried to have her start early before the college students start to emerge! Actually she did very well, people were accepting her applications in March. She wanted to work in the restaurant environment, not exactly what I wanted. My ideal job for she and her disability was the local day camp which she had gone to for many years and my son attends. How convenient, she knows the lay of the land, very important for children with NVLD. Although she felt she would be bored, she did put an application in. I also complied with the restaurant environment. I know my daughter and I were toying with whether we tell people upfront about her disability and quite honestly I'm still up in the air about it. I wasn't quite sure how her first experience was going to be. Well she got a call to work at the restaurant as a bus girl. Okay, it's fast paced, and she can expend all her energy. Well on her first day, she was to trail the current bus girl. I get a telephone call to pick her up 3 hours after she got there. The manager did not feel she was a fit for busing. My worst fear has happened, my heart bled for this child. Her first job where she really wanted to excel. When she got home she and I talked. It seems that she asked too many questions, for the table numbers, unsure of how to cut bread, the manager felt she had too much energy and was asking too many questions. When my daughter picked up that the manager was getting irritated, she confessed and told her about her NVLD and told her " I ask a lot of questions and it takes me longer to learn" please be patient with me. So now we confessed to the disability. Was this wrong, I feel that she did the best thing, she tried to explain why she was asking questions. Yes, she was very disappointed, and hurt. Does she only get 3 hours to train and learn? We spoke for a long time and I asked her if she wanted to go back, she was unsure. The manager said she would call her the next day and maybe she could do to go orders. I told her that she should tell the manager that she would like another chance and see what happened. The manager was supposed to call her on a Friday, today is Monday and she finally called her to speak with her. I don't know what the outcome is but I know that my daughter is making the correct decision for herself. I could have called and inquired to the reasoning behind her leaving early, but this is my daughter's destiny, she has to pave her own way and really fight for what she wants. I never thought it would be so difficult for her. She has had a difficult time in school learning and now the world is posing the same obstacles. My greatest hope is that she can cope with the world and how much a stigma disabilities are.