While Sissy comes unglued at home because she is back in school and being asked to do things she doesn't want to do (in other words, education = no coloring and listening to Michael Jackson ad nauseum), I suit up and prepare to do battle on her behalf, again.
OK, so it is a bit of a joke that it only took her 17 days to get ISS. But the reality is that it's the school's fault. Yes, my daughter should be held responsible for her choice to cut PE by going to the bathroom for 45 minutes and not telling any adult where she was going or what she was doing. But I've told the school and the county time and time again, she can't have that much freedom.
Look, if I have to make my daughter sit in a lawn chair in the driveway while I mow my front yard, a job that takes only 20 minutes, because she gets into too much trouble if she is unattended in the house while I use the toilet for 5 minutes, then clearly my child can not be expected to walk from one wing of a middle school building to another with the other 900 students all moving at the same time AND be expected to GO TO THE CLASS SHE HATES.
In short, she's a liability. A walking lawsuit waiting to happen. A flight risk. Vulnerable prey to a predatory hormonal male student that sees her wandering the halls alone, unsupervised.
At home, it's clear to me. With that much freedom, she panics. For Sissy, that means be bad, be very bad so you get restrictions that limit your freedom! Of course, if you ask my daughter if she's doing it on purpose she'll deny it flat out. But if you ask her, "So... why do you think you keep making poor decisions?" She'll answer quickly.
"I can't take it! I just can't take it!!! It's too much for me!!!"
Because it is. And if my mentally ill and developmentally impaired child knows that it's too much and can SAY SO, then why is it such a hassle to get the county to agree that a more restrictive learning environment is what she needs? Why does it come to a battle every single time? Why does it require that I call the state so THEY can call the county and tell the county to call me back because the county WON'T call me back unless I play hard ball? All it does is make me look like a brute of a helicopter parent that enjoys fighting and tantruming like my daughter does. When in reality, I'm a mother fighting for what is right, fair and appropriate for my child.
When asked about ISS, my precious daughter said with excitement, "It was cool ! We got our own special toilet time and lunch time, separate from the rest of the students!"
This is NOT the voice of a child that is remorseful for her actions. It is the voice of an emotionally disabled child that is functioning at age 5 on a good day but who also has the uncanny ability to speak the truth about herself without saying it outright - she needs a learning environment in which she is separate from the rest of the general population and then she will be happier than a camel on hump day.