I don't know what is more devestating after an Epilepsy diagnosis. Obviously, the impact on your health and your healthcare is dramatic and overwhelming. But the social impact can be immediate, profound, and just as dramatic. However, the worst part to me (as the parent of a child with JME) is the constant demands on me to negotiate my way through the never ending shoulds and shouldn'ts...
From the day she was diagnosed with Epilepsy I have heard repeatedly from every doctor, from every parent of a child with Epilepsy, from my local Epilepsy foundation educator that I need to be an advocate for my child. Even the word "ADVOCATE" requires a person to realize the importance of the job. I was confident in my ability to be an Advocate for her. I felt assured that I would find no difficulty in educating the school to her new "special" needs. I was armed with the knowledge that Open Communication is the Key to Success. Confident. Prepared. Advocate.
Failure.
It is heartbreaking to realize that you have failed your child so completely when you've been working so dilligently to ensure nothing but success for her. Yet, that is my sudden realization today.
Since her seizure on February 25, 2008 I have visited the school 12 times to speak to one or multiple staff members about Shan's condition, treatment, behavior, and class work. During each of these visits (most often with her teachers and the nurse) I would always end by saying, "Please call or e-mail me for any reason." And I was always assured that they would. However, I have never been contacted by the school except by the school nurse. I would go into her classrooms and ask about her work. Occassionally, I would be given some overdue assignment information but no matter how many times I asked to be notified when she was overdue no teacher ever contacted me. So what if she's late on a couple assignments here and there? It's not like she's a bad student. It's not like she's intentionally NOT doing her work. The fact is she usually did the work 2 or 3 times per assignment...but then she'd lose it, forget to hand it in, have some lapse of conciousness and OOOPS! And besides, I visited the school regularly, if she were in real trouble someone would've told me! Right?
Wrong! I found out over this weekend that my daughter has been sent to the "Support Room" several times during lunch to complete missing or late homework. She describes these "Support Room" visits as lunch detentions. This upset me greatly and it enraged hubby! How could any one of her teachers give her a lunch detention without contacting us first given her circumstances? Especially after 12 visits asking, BEGGING, for any information regarding her status in school.
So, hubby and I decided to visit the school yet again. Visit #13. I wrote a clear, concise letter stating what issues I had with the disciplinarian action taken against Shan. I printed multiple copies for the principle and each of her main teachers. As always, I felt prepared. Upon arriving we were able to meet with the principle immediately. (Let me clearly state here that personally, I find this woman to be a wonderful person. She has always shown a dedication and devotion to her students that has made me admire her tremendously. It is not my intention to cause harm to any staff member of my daughter's school. In fact, my only intention is to document my dealings, and MY feelings during this time period of our lives.) I briefly explained the situation to her. She checked the "Support Room" log and indeed Shan had been there on Thursday of last week. However, she stressed that the "Support Room" is not always used in a disciplinarian manner. It is often used as a space to give a child extra time with work, or to let them catch up on work. As she suspected was the case with Shan. Hubby explained that while "We" can understand the difference Shan felt that she had lunch detention. (IMO, if you're not allowed lunch privledges with everyone else then yes, you have lunch detention.) The principle agreed that Shan is such a sensitive person that she probably did feel "punished". At this point, I again, reitterated that if I had been told about late, or missing work I would've done everything I could to get her back on track. I also said that Shan was concerned about more upcoming detentions and that I assured her that I would not allow that to happen again. We were assured by the principle that she would speak to the teachers about the matter. I mentioned that I had a letter stating our concerns. She said she didn't think it was necessary at this time.
Entire meeting: Three minutes.
Hubby has confidence in the Principal's word to resolve the matter. I would like to say that I am confident but I am actually only mildly hopeful. I don't know if my feelings stem from the fact that I spent hours preparing for a 3 minute meeting. Or from the fact, that I did NOT get the chance to speak directly to the teacher who initiated these repeated "Support Room" visits. Or because I'm in the process of gearing up for a IEP/504 meeting tomorrow. But overall, I feel that my daughter was punished because of the effects Epilepsy has had on her memory and her abilities to stay organized. And what's worse is it happened when I was on guard...when I was looking out for her...when I was Advocating for her. Deep in my heart, I know I failed her yet again. It makes me so weary to continually try and to continually fail. Yet, my only other option is to not try at all and that is unacceptable to me.