like a special needs mom being witness to another special needs kid being bullied by a member of the school's "Before Care" staff.
Little Man isn't diagnosed, but he is clearly, CLEARLY, clearly on the spectrum. He's got some tics. He rarely speaks. He climbs under his desk, covering his ears with his hands during class parties. I don't know what his home life is like. I've never met his parents. I do know he's in the right class. They throw a lot of undiagnosed kids into the inclusion class. It's an undiagnosed kid's best hope. A bit taxing on the teachers, and it runs the risk of no longer being an inclusion class, but it's the best hope for these little kiddos.
So Little Man is in "Before Care" which is basically run by two lunch ladies. I'm not sure if they are actual lunch ladies but that is how qualified the two seem to be. No offense to any lunch ladies out there, but from my own experience as a child, most of you suck.
I happen to have gone in through a different door this morning because it was raining and I had two extra neighbor kids with me so I drove and parked in the lot. We had to walk through the Community Room where Before Care is held, to enter the school.
Little Man was in trouble. Little Man probably didn't process a direction correctly. I say that because Little Man is not a trouble seeker. He's pretty quiet and to himself. So the lunch lady sat him all by himself at a table on the other side of the room. Then it was time to line up, and all the kids lined up, and Little Man went to line up too and she reamed him out.
"I DIDN'T SAY YOU! YOU GET BACK TO THAT TABLE. I DID NOT TELL YOU TO GET UP!"
The hate in her voice was palpable. He had already been crying, but he started crying harder.
At this point, the regular teacher was on her way down the hall to retrieve her kids, I intercepted and told her Little Man was having a hard time, and she, not really knowing what just went on intervened, taking him under her loving wing down the hall.
Walking through the Community Room to leave, I heard that old fucking bitty say to her partner in crime,
"I'd like to smack the shit out of that kid. Snot running down his face like that."
They didn't know I was right behind them.
Now, wish I could report that I took the bitch out, but when confronted with situations like this, I tend to freeze in disbelief. I froze.
Then, I turned and walked down the hall and unloaded the whole thing on Riley's special ed teacher. From there I went to the principal and reported her. And when I got home I called her actual boss, and I'm waiting for a call back from him.
So many people of that generation (and many of mine) think the answer to any behavioral issue is ripping a kid to shreds. You have to be pretty disconnected from All That Is to treat another person with such unkindness.
No one has EVER been shamed into connection.
Snot running down his face.
I have to figure out a way to not be her, to her.