HI, remember me? I’m the mom who was moaning and groaning about my D19’s terrible horrible no good day? And I said I’d report back after the meeting with an educational therapist. Well, here I am with a vicarious report.
First of all, something came up with my D17 that I needed to be present for, so my husband took the afternoon off work and he went with our younger daughter to this, so, I heard the reporting from them, rather than witnessing it. He also got booted out of the room about 1/2 through the hour.
D19 had a neuropsych eval last fall, in which it was shown that (as we long suspected) she has mild ADHD. Ritalin and Adderall (sp?) don’t work with her though, they make her more hyper and agitated. Yay. That’s why the educational therapist was recommended to us. So, the educational therapist drew a bell curve and showed D19 that she’s in the 50th %ile for many areas such as processing speed, visual details/decoding, and actually high in math ability and fluid reasoning. But she is 25th%ile in working memory which is impacted by her attentional and focusing issues.
Going through it like that helped D19 feel like she’s not “stupid,” but that she has some real strengths, and that her weaknesses can really be helped by the extra time she gets and by what the therapist can do. Out of everything, having her leave this first appointment believing more in herself was worth everything – her self esteem has been suffering lately. Hearing that she is a smart girl from someone other than her parents meant a lot.
Because of her attentional issues, she will now work in 40 minute segments with short breaks without screens in between (ie no catching up on her snapchat in between). To help things get stuck in her long term memory because her short term memory is where she needs support, she will write more things down too.
The woman had an MEd in special education and was very kind, very gentle. Does anybody remember Doctor Ruth from the '80s? She reminded me of her, but without the accent. My daughter really responded to her. It was lovely.
The educational therapist also asked to see her backpack.
Now, step back for a moment. Have you ever seen one of those rows of garbage bins, wit ha regular one and a recycling one, and the recycling one hasn’t been emptied in a long time and all the papers are spilling out or have the most tenuous hold on each other to avoid hitting the floor? Yeah. That’s my D19’s backpack. So apparently the kid needs to organize that better next year.
And that’s my report! It’s too late for this year, but D19 will probably see the educational therapist regularly next year. I feel bad, truly very angry at myself; if I’d started this process a year ago, she’d be in much better shape than she is now.