Reading Tina's post was far better for me than reading any number of books-----Thanks, Tina! I love to read about other's experiences in life, and particularly, right now, from someone who has dealt with the types of students I have in my class.
What I am finding most difficult is to believe the IEP reports (Independent Educational plans) for my students. I KNOW, for a fact, that two of the kids who are labeled 'retarded' are no more retarded than I am....but they don't how to communicate what they know. And NY State, in order to get them 'classified' needs to put a label of retarded on them. It infuriates me. They have been labeled and pigeonholed with this label because they were intelligent enough, as emotionaly disturbed persons, to refuse to answer the 'specialized test' questions that are supposed to measure intelligence. They HATE tests, refuse to even try to answer them, and deliberately put down wrong answers just to get 'it over with.'
Also, the autistic students are totally different, and only one would I call typically autistic, if there is any such thing. He is quite isloated in his own world. The other has emotional problems and physical disabilities due to lack of any exercise whatsoever, but shows almost no signs, if any, of autism. He has a fantastic brain trapped in a body just like Lurch from the old TV Show, the Addams Family. The plans they have set up for these kids are not realistic whatsoever, as what so many of them need is training on how to manage anger---how to learn how to respect themselves----how to learn to communicate better and more effectively----the hell with trying to learn any 'typical high school facts and figures' when your life is so messed up you can't even manage yourself and your own thoughts.
I am feeling so completely useless and helpless with what I am trying to do, and each day I modify what I am doing to try to help these kids----regardless of what others are thinking they should be doing, or what others think I should be doing. All they can do is fire me. But the kids are beginning to show so much more enthusiasm for life that I don't think I will be lucky enough to get fired!
I have to constantly remind myself to not be afraid to show my anger when they make me angry purposefully, and not be afraid to show when they hurt me by things they do. I don't know if others who have worked with them in the past have never been honest with their own feelings before, or not, but I have to be----and these kids seemed shocked to know that I----an adult----can feel anger and hurt feelings. My emotions are strongly demonstrated, and then quickly forgotten----we start over each half hour, or so----so they know I don't hold grudges or stay angry or sad for very long. They seem to find comfort in this fact, so I have to remind myself that I guess my true feelings and responses can't be all that wrong for them.
This job is exhausting.....totally exhausting. Some days I want to just quit----walk out forever. Some days I need to go online and study emotional disabilites. Some days I need to just go to bed. And some days I get to read a great post that makes me realize I am not alone with the feelings I have about this job and my kids, and it gives me the incentive to persevere.
Thanks, Tina!