School and such

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Well, Tommy  seems to start off school just fine and really enjoying it. The teacher said he seems a little on the self-abusive side. I am not liking it and have to bring it up at his next check up with his pediatrician.

Kennedy, on the other hand, has been an instigator, which her dad is teaching her and has stopped. When Tommy comes out here, he tells her to say, ‘Shut up, Tommy.’ She usully ends up screaming, ‘Stop!’ repetively at the top of her lungs.


‘End’ of summer

So, Tommy, my son, will be starting school soon. The 13th is a few days away and have not received papers from his school. Guess I have to call soon. This can only mean trouble. I am really looking into different schools anyway because I don’t like that they don’t push him to learn. His last school really worked him hard and I so miss them. There is also no summer school at this school which I don’t understand whatsoever! Who doesn’t do summer school for Autistic kids, even if it’s just a month and half days?

I miss his old school SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much. All the teachers and aides were great. That is an understatement by the way. I feel so bad I took Tommy away from that. He loved going to school and his teachers and they loved Tommy. Tommy was a ‘favorite’ at his school. I looked at pictures a few days ago from the old school, of trips and such, I just cried because I felt so bad that we moved to this crappy place that I have nothing good to say about. The only thing I can say is at least we tried. If we stayed in NJ, I’d keep wondering if it would’ve worked out or not. A lot of people at my job and Tommy’s school said not to, but I HAD to give it a try anyway. At least I’m trying to be positive still. At least I can see it as a learning experience. I take that 1 thing back, I’m loving this hot heat everyday. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE!!!! I do not miss the ice and sleet. If I could’ve stayed home during the snow til it all melted away, I would’ve never left NJ.

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Funny, how we can go through years and realise there was a veil over our eyes and don’t notice things until we take a step back and notice what really happened.

My mom for instance. Always told me little white lies, so I wouldn’t know something or skip on some details. I’ll ask about a relative. She’ll give her anwer. I call my brother at home and ask him about the same person and tell me what has happened to this person. The next day I will call my mom again and say,’By the way, my brother told me this happened to this person you said was fine.’ Her usual response is, ‘I was in a rush to work,’ or,’I forgot that happened.’