I look over the charts, the data, the evals and explanations and IEPs, my son's life in black and white and red all over. I ponder how much of this information is accurate, how much is not, and how much gets steamed out by pressing all these numbers onto a piece of a paper in a printer.
It's a big IEP day for us. With all the depression, the anger, the helplessness, the sound, and the fury.
I may not even get to tell you today what is happening, or why.
I just wanted to send a thank you out to my readers for being here with us today. For caring about us. For reading along as we clack up the hill on the roller coaster, and remind us to hold on tight.
Or open our eyes and put our hands in the air.
Please stand by.