A slight undercurrent of terror
Tomorrow is T's IEP meeting. I think we are prepared for it. He has not been missing any school, he has been bathing regularly and he has been doing his homework and reviewing for end of year stuff. I hope it will go smoothly.
In case it's not clear, I do realize that I have not been the world's greatest parent in some regards. I say this because I had a bit of a ... fight? ... argument? Moment of raised voices? With the psychiatrist I see for medication management and I'm still rather annoyed about it. I do know that I fucked up, of course, in retrospect, but at the time I thought other things were more important for T than going to school. It seemed like I had to make a choice and I made what felt like the best choice in the moment. In any case I am (we are) taking action to rectify our mistakes. So I don't really need someone to start lecturing me about how even paranoid schizophrenics and people paralyzed from the neck down still need to be functional and how NOBODY just gets to stay home and play computer games. Because while it's all true, it's really not what I needed to hear in the moment.