I’m feeling a little less grumpy today. I am sure my family is pleased as punch. I was no fun to be around yesterday. Oh sure, I could give you gruesome details and sure they would be entertaining, but they would paint me in a not so attractive light. And why would I want to taint a few hundred people’s opinions of me?

Somehow, this blog just wouldn’t be the same without the illusion of my perfection right? HA!!!

Anyway….

Today I was supposed to have Dinara’s appointment with the Audiologist. We were having her tested for suspected Auditory Processing Disorder (APD). But, after filling out the massive application (of course – could notification have happened before I filled out that monster?) they called me yesterday and told me that they don’t have the “norms” for six year olds and so they can’t test her till she’s seven. She’ll be seven in September. So we wait.

I called around a couple other places… but this Audiologist has APD training and so.. I decided it was best to hurry up and wait. You know. Cause it’s so easy for me to just do that. Wait.

It’s difficult for my over achiever personality to play the waiting game but the waiting game seems like it’s the major thing they do with learning disabilities. There really isn’t a quick diagnosis with anything. It’s you try something, and then you see if it works. You try something else, and see if that works. And there isn’t a big push to label it either. It’s frustrating. Even the school system tends to be a bit lackadaisical about it. I mean, once the kid is labeled as having a learning disability, they are getting the money. The actual push to find the very best way to address it just isn’t there.

We are actually the ones who are pushing to have this formal diagnosis. Because we believe that we can’t determine the best path for Dinara without understanding what we are dealing with. What connections exactly are giving her problems? And then, we’ll work on a game plan to teach her the skills to cope with the disability. And it’s best to do this as soon as possible so she doesn’t have to relearn stuff. When I explain it like this people’s eyes tend to glaze over and I can almost hear the voices whispering in their heads: “She’s soooo type A”.

So today is actually a kind of free day. I had 3 hours set aside this morning for the appointment and now I don’t. So I can catch up on some other things I have procrastinated on.

And I need to use the time wisely. Why you ask? Well SURPRISE! We have three! Half! Days! This! Week! In the school district that believes that the workweek is really only four days for at least two weeks out of every month. Don’t you wish you worked in our school district?

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