Somedays. . .ughhhhhh
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|Fri, 08-01-2003 - 3:00pm|
For example, according to him, the counselor won't let him get a drink of water at all and he's dying of thirst. He's not going back to camp because everyone is too mean. What really happened the counselor didn't have another counselor to walk him back to get a drink (they were on a field out of sight of the main building and the counselors have to escort them they can't just wander). He refused to go to camp the next morning unless I spoke to the camp director. I had to go to camp and explain (for the millionth time)my ds. Oh and I forgot the incident with the pool. He's got sensory integration dysfunction and all the kids in the pool making all that noise hurts his ears so he refuses to get into the pool. Yet he moans and groans that he's too hot at camp.
Somedays I can't take it anymore when ds gets into my car and tells me the long list of "injustices" done to him during the day. I feel like I'm cleaning up after the biggest elephant in the world. Or if anyone remembers Welcome Back Kotter, Juan Epstein's mother who always wrote notes to Mr. Kotter about her son, that's me.
I fully understand and am very sensitive to his issues and 90% of the time I'm really trying to help him but somedays are just ughhhhh!
Thanks for letting me vent.