Anonymous wrote:I was teaching DD "describing" and "same/different". At one point, I asked her "What's the difference between a car and a bike?" She answered,"A car is a car. A bike is not a car."

Anonymous wrote:We have been trying to teach my DD to come in and get us when she needs help, instead of crying or yelling. Last night she came in our room at 2 am, turned on the light and asked for help. And then again at 3:15 am and once more at 4:30 am. DH turned to me and said, “Congratulations, honey!”
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
This is what my IEP meetings look like as soon as I start asking questions about services. I ask politely and respectfully and then get a series of ambiguous answers so I call a meeting and an army shows up. How bout you just answer questions honestly and do what you are supposed to instead. And they wonder why people hire lawyers.
When this happens I am the parent who in the introduction part of the meeting I ask each person their role and purpose for attending the meeting and then restate what they said in terms of the services they can speak about or approve/ disapprove. The best was when the district person said that she was just “visiting different schools to get a sense of IEP meetings” and she has shown up at every single one of ours.
Anonymous wrote:My 6 year old DD fixed the cards for Candy land so she had herself going forwarded AND have me go backwards! I am embarrassed to say I was very impressed!
Anonymous wrote:My son is 6 and has autism. Not a high functioning kid- more low functioning. He has words but is not a full verbal communicator.
Before he falls asleep he always asks for a hug. He’ll say ‘need hug momma’. I snuggle in close and tell him I love him ect. This weekend he changed it from ‘need hug, momma, to ‘need love momma’. It was so beautiful & pure. And he’s of course right. He kinda needs ABA, noise cancelling headphones, strong IEP goals, and synchronized team- but he really mostly just needs love.
So op, not funny. But it made me cry and so damned proud of my kid.