Here's a highlight from my second conference at Younger Daughter's public school, Fragrant Hills. I'll describe the conference in detail in another post, but I wanted to describe this moment first.
Some background: in her previous school, Natural Friends, YD had been a big behavior problem. We brought in a psychologist who observed her freaking out in the classroom, ran a few tests, and wrote up a report, ending with recommendations that YD should be tested for any number of possible medical issues (partly to justify the state paying for a 1:1 aide to follow YD around and keep her out of trouble.)
In our previous conference at the public school, Fragrant Hills, the district psychologist, who had said nothing up to that point, asked me whether I had followed the recommendations in the report. It actually took me a moment to remember what the recommendations were, because the situation had changed so much (in particular, YD is no longer exhibiting the panicky, freaked-out behavior that the psychologist based her recommendations on.)
I said that I hadn't followed the recommendations on the report because I now believe that YD's problem was a mismatch between her needs and the teaching methods used at her previous school. I said that I don't think YD has a medical problem, and that I was skeptical of the recommendations. At the time, the psychologist nodded and didn't say anything, so I figured the conversation was over.
So, fast-forward to the second conference, last Thursday:
The conference was humming along quite well when the principal turned to the district psychologist and asked her (she had previously been mute) if she had any recommendations. The psychologist, who was turning over the pages of the old psychologist's report, said (and I wish I could convey the snotty, patronizing tones she used!):
"Well, the mother has made it clear that she has no intention of following recommendations."
Me (stunned): "what recommendations?"
Psychologist: "for more testing and a diagnosis."
Me: "what kind of diagnosis?"
Psychologist: "a disability."
Me: "like what?"
Psychologist: "... ADHD."
So ... the more I think about this, the more I think I need to call the psychologist on her outrageous, insulting behavior. It's almost as if she forgot I was in the room, and gave the principal the answer she would have given privately: "the mother is a deluded b*tch, who doesn't do what we tell her."
Readers -- what do you think? Any ideas about what to say in my e-mail to the principal? Stay tuned for our next thrilling adventure!