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[beanside]

Not looking forward to today. Really not. The first check ups are two of our unholy terrors. Twins, both of whom are a such little shits. My only wish (which I won't get) is that the mother brings their older sister, to ride herd. She's actually more maternal than the mother. I actually like the mother as a person, just not as a parent. Her husband is a traditional Orthodox-ish Jew, and for years, she wore the long skirt, the hats, etc. In the last four or so years she's really broken out of that, and found who she wants to be, which is lovely to watch. The boy child however, makes me wish they'd stopped with the first set of twins. He is SO very ADHD, it hurts. Even the parents acknowledge that he needs meds, but the father doesn't want them. According to him, he and his family have given the school enough money that they'll put up with the little bastard. *headesk*

After that, it's not so bad, though there's a lot of shots to give and children to torture. *shrug*

To put it mildly, I'll be taking several drugs prior to the afternoon check ups to insure that my PMSy self doesn't say or do something I shouldn't. Yay drugs!

Aside from that, all is good on the T front (PMS not withstanding). I have some tremors starting from the spinal issues, but they're sporadic, and controllable. I keep telling myself that if I just hold out until September, I'll have health insurance again, and I can get things straightened out.

*snore*

Goddamn, I hate when mornings come early. *sigh* I really have to train myself not to wake up at 5:30. I fricking hate knowing that it's too close to get anymore real sleep, but that I could have had another half hour if my brain would shut the hell up.

And now, I go forth and smack a bitch, er, call the insurance company about a newborn that they failed to put on the plan.

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[lomer.livejournal.com]

Okay so parents who refuse to give their children the medical attention they need, piss me off. When I was little I was ADHD and dyslexic (I'm still dyslexic.) I recieved some training to help me deal with the dyslexia outside of school, but my teachers weren't informed. My teachers were also not informed that I was ADHD and my parents didn't want to give me any meds... or even tell me that there was a medical reason why I acted the way I did. I felt like a bad kid because I knew that in order to be "good" I needed to focus, but I couldn't do it. I got into so much trouble from caretakers who thought I was just being a brat, and I'd try so hard and I found myself just assuming I was a bad kid. I obviously wasn't trying hard enough to be good, because that's what everyone told me. All of this would have been fixed (or at least helped) if a) people were informed, and b) I had been given the medication the doctors suggested. Grrr... Poor little unholy terror. He probably knows that the grownups don't like him, but he can't HELP it. Dammit parents, be responsible for your kids.

[beanside.livejournal.com]

*nod* The sad thing is, they took meds for the girl (who was a terror yesterday. I actually had to raise my voice at her.) because she's not the male. He's in an Orthodox school, and I think Dad thinks that it would be a stigma or something, I have no fucking clue.

*shrug* People. What are you gonna do with them?

I'm sorry you had suchs a rough time. I'm also dyslexic, and I gotta say, when I was in school, there was no real "help" for it. They had me take "lessons" with the special ed teacher, who taught me cursive to keep me from reversing my letters. *shrug*

[lomer.livejournal.com]

*shakes their parents*

I was diagnosed in the mid-80s when they figured out dyslexia affected reading, but not math, writing, sequences, physicality, etc. Because of my training, I learned how to read very well, but the thought of doing math without a calculator STILL makes me want to cry. The thought of handwriting things where everyone can see my childish scrawl, makes me want to hide. I still don't have the order of the months memorized. I can't handle instructions like "meet me quarter past the hour." I worked my ass off develop good hand-eye coordination and reflexes and now a lot of my work is physically based.

It drives me crazy when people joke around "I'm dyslexic. I totally spelled dog instead of god!" Um, yeah dyslexia is WAY more then that, but thanks for playing.

Hey the perks are we view the world differently. We tend to be 3-D thinkers instead of linear thinkers and therefore can come up with really out-of-the box solutions to problems.

I'll stop essaying on dyslexia now. You know what it's like. I don't need to tell you. Sorry, it's one of those topics that I can ramble about forever because it's been such a huge thing in my life and so many people just don't get it. Oh and cursive? Is the devil. I'm just saying.

[beanside.livejournal.com]

Cursive was a bitch to learn for me. And yeah, my handwriting still sucks ass. Which works out since I work for a doctor. *Grin* We match, he and I.

The funny thing is that I was good at reading, never had a problem there, it was the writing that killed me. As far as writing and math, I learned my own coping skills, to the point that one of my teachers suggested majoring in math.

Sadly, my biggest problem in school after elementary school was my undiagnosed anxiety and depression. (shock! I had a mother who was agoraphobic and depressive and I had it? No!) I actually dropped out of school at sixteen. Then, I proceeded to tutor people at the GED course I took. *snort*

[lomer.livejournal.com]

It took awhile to diagnose me. I'd memorize the SHAPE of words and then just guess. Apparently that's a useful enough method of reading when you're 7, so no one realizes how much you think you're an idiot. I used to dread school. Hell, that never really got better. In college, I finally finished my gen eds (after struggling through every math course), so now all my classes are primarily physical and I excell. It was always those damn math classes that would get me.

Oh and did you get the teachers who just thought you were being lazy when writing? I can't tell you how many essays I got handed back to me with the instructions "write this again, and this time make it legible." The first time I was allowed to write an inclass essay on a computer, it was mind blowing. Instead of struggling to draw every single letter, I was able to bust out an A level essay in twenty minutes because I was finally able to WRITE.

I'm not surprised you had issues with school. Sometimes our coping methods shoot us in the foot. Sure we're able to COPE, but when no one notices us struggling, we don't get help. I wish I had realized that when I was 12 and hated everything about life.