While we work on getting placement (which requires a PRFT from Sissy's core provider and then since she's SSI medicaid, we have to route all placement approvals through APS medicaid through the state, blah, blah, blah) we have requested weekend respites for Sissy at a therapeutic home/facility.
So I called a new provider in our area and began explaining Sissy's needs, her rages and her requirements for her safety during her rages and at night while she sleeps and the lady said, "uh... yeah. I'm not set up for that. I'm very concerned that your daughter could be hurt in my care because I'm just not prepared for that level of care..."
Which made me say HUH? HOW is it that me, an ordinary parent, is more equipped for Sissy's needs than the "trained" therapeutic professional?
And I didn't laugh (but it was hard not to) when she said, "well, I read about RADs in one of the training sessions we did."
OK, now I'm laughing. ROFLMAO! WHAT?!? She READ about it?!? And she's a "trained" and certified therapeutic respite provider!?!?
wait, wait! *pausing to catch my breath from all the laughing* She also said, *snort* that she really only worked with ADHD kids ....
*slapping knee and howling*
Gosh, my sides hurt. Really? REALLY!?! WTH!? ADHD?!?
HOW did it get THIS bad? HOW is it that I know more than the trained, certified professionals that are supposed to know how to care for kids like Sissy? HOW is it that I will likely have to transport Sissy to a different city in my state to get weekend respite providers because there are none here and then it hit me ...
hey, I have a safe room now. Maybe I should provide therapeutic respite placement...
Is it really THAT bad with Sissy?
It must be.
But who knew? I just live this life with her every day and never really give it a thought because you do what you have to do for your kids because who the heck else will? No one, apparently.
Hope you enjoyed the laugh today, I sure did!