The Cookbook Junkies

Please.

We were told how GLORIOUS Colorado schools are.  Truth lowest ranking schools in the country for special needs.

Every single day at recess there is an incident that escalates to threat level orange.  I’ve pleaded let’s find an alternative activity for him during unsupervised recess.  Pleas go unanswered.

Insanity…doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

Tomorrow he is sentenced to in school suspension.  I meet with the Vice Principal at 8 am.  I may be walking out of that school with him.

I’m debating home schooling but Colorado is so unbelievably backward in that regard.

Andrew cried all night worried about what is going to become of him.  So did I.

Things were suppose to be better.

The very worse part of it … Feeling all my own pain, Jim’s anguish and Andrew’s hurt and confusion.  Anyone that is an empath will understand.

I can’t breathe.  Someone make it stop.

The mental health field is a joke.  A very sad, cruel joke.

I have e-mailed, called and texted Andrew’s psychologist – two days in a row – once each medium.  No response.

I speak to the psychologist’s scheduling person.

Girl:  “I’m sorry Dr. W….is out of the country and can’t be reached.”

Me:  “She is in CANADA….CANADA — they have the same area code system and I’m pretty sure they speak English too.”  When I lived in New York – I could see Canada from my back porch.

Girl:  “Well, yes but if she is seeing patients – it is hard for her to call back.”

Me:  “She is at a seminar – not seeing patients – she doesn’t have offices in Denver and Nova Scotia.  Are you kidding me?”

Girl:  “I’m sorry I use to be a patient….”

Me:  “Maybe you aren’t ready for prime time…”  (I didn’t say this I wanted to – oh God I wanted to…) — I did say….”Listen, I know doctor’s have lives – I get that – but the school is looking for input. My son has gone from doing okay — to wanting to jump off a balcony, wanting to bolt and leave the school and today he is sitting under his desk.  I need to talk to somebody.  I give up on Dr. W – I’m calling the psychiatrist.  Thank you.”  I hang up.

I called Dr. W the psychiatrist.  He is seeing us tomorrow.

It seems that the more mental health help Andrew gets – the worse he is.

The social worker at the school said he has had many ups since he has been here – but now he is in a downward spiral.

I am caught in that spiral and my heart is breaking.

Andrew tried to bolt every time he could today at school.  No word from doctors – called, text and e-mails unanswered – two days.

There are bloggers that do song pairings with their recipes (inserting finger in throat) but I feel like this song pairing is appropriate for my life.