May 15, 2014
Many, many years ago when I was in the Navy I sliced my pinkie finger open and needed stitches. No big deal. My hand slipped off of a wrench when I was pulling the pedals off of my road bike. When I got out I was told to ask for a 10% disability. Seriously – for a scar on my pinkie finger.
Needless to say I didn’t file, and it hasn’t been a problem. Well, except for that one time when I was totally going to score with that supermodel until she saw my disfigured finger, but that’s a story for another day. Her loss, right?
This morning at school we filed disability paperwork for my oldest daughter. I have referred to her medical condition a few times. It’s definitely a challenge, but it’s not life threatening by any means. That said, she does need some accommodation during the school day. Mostly – she needs to be allowed to get up and walk around whenever she has to (her legs go numb while sitting) and some other, minimal stuff.
Unfortunately the student:teacher ratio in our district is now 30:1, and there are no teacher’s aides. Yes, 1 teacher for 30 students. I would go insane.
Simple accommodations are not possible. In order to make sure that her teacher next year understands that she IS a great kid who needs some help and she is NOT a classroom challenge we had no choice but to file. I understand that it is necessary, but it drives me nuts.
Can’t we just talk to each other and figure things out?
Short answer – no. Due to budget cuts and overcrowding and many other factors teachers are overwhelmed and “just talking about it” is insufficient, so we have to follow this route.
In the end, it is to make a better situation for my daughter, and that is all that matters. Just wish we didn’t have to file papers and use terms like “disability” to allow a kid to go to the bathroom whenever she needs to.