07 Jul 2009
Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear – and devils, too. ~Graycie Harmon
Remembering that my daughter cannot talk, walk, stand, point, confirm, do anything asked, do anything intentional … well, you get the picture.
She goes to a summer camp that is barely acceptable. It does offer a thing or two she enjoys, being in the water for instance. The camp insists that her one-on-one aide write in a book what she did during the day to keep me informed.
Let’s see … yesterday she …
“bowled = loved it!”
“She danced, played w/ instruments”
“made cookies w/ a new friend”
Bullshit. Serves to remind me how she actually cannot do any of that, just how disabled she is. As is her aide, apparently.
There’s a lot of pressure for care providers to write this kind of crap in care journals. It makes it sound much more proactive than, “Sat and stared while other children danced.” I constantly get lectured that my logging is sometimes a little too honest, “Took a block and smacked another child in the head because she wanted the toy he had.” doesn’t sound ‘fun’ enough apparently.