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Tuesday, August 17, 2010



oh, Amanda, no wonder you're exhausted. I don't know what to say except please feel free to come here for support and to vent. Lucky boy to have you for an advocate...


I have a child with a disability as well (physical that is the result of childhood cancer treatment) and some behavioral issues that are possibly related to the disability but it's not clear. I can so relate to this post. I read blogs on this site periodically and never post a comment. But, your post spoke to me so clearly. I understand so well. I too dread the new teacher, new kids. I worry constantly and seize up when I get a call from the school. My son winds up in the principal's office a lot too. You are not alone. It's hard. I go to bed knowing, however, that I will never at the end of my life be sorry that I advocated too hard or pushed too much for the well-being of my child. Neither will you. Bravo to you! You are doing a great job!

Amanda Morin

Thank you, Katherine. I'm glad this is such a supportive community!

Terri, I am so glad you did comment today. Intellectually I know we're certainly not the only family dealing with such things, but on an emotional level it can feel like it sometimes. I am very touched you took the time to reinforce that it's not just us. Advocacy is not always easy, your son is lucky to have you pushing for him. Good luck to you this year as well.


Unfortunately it does seem harder to get the proper support you need for a child wihtout a label. On the one hand we don't want to label the child so that he becomes the label, but without it people just see a "bad kid" or an "uncontrolled kid" or even a "badly parented kid", which is compeltely unfair. I hope you will find a very understanding, helpful teacher and principal this year. Good luck!

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