haven't really posted since my rainbowy gumdrop post two months ago
when I praised our speech therapist and wrote about how much we all
loved her and wanted to marry her and blah-blah. And I meant it. She
was really great. When she showed up. It seems that, although Early
Intervention was eager to "intervene" and send all kinds of specialists
our way at first, they sort of half-assed the follow-up situation. Our
speech therapist showed up about 25% of the time, calling in an hour
after we expected her with all kinds of excuses why she couldn't make
it. And that was just the first month. It's been three weeks since we
had any communication with our therapist at all. Uh... Hello? Earth to
speech therapist! Come in speech therapist.
Waiting for Godot, er, Go Dog Go, a favorite read/activity with our MIA Speech Therapist
Fortunately
Archer has been talking quite a bit on his own so although he doesn't
really *need* a speech therapist, I do think it would be helpful to
have somebody working with him besides Hal and I. I guess it's kind of
like wanting what I can't have. When therapy was thrust upon us
forcefully I wanted nothing to do with it but now that we've been
totally brushed-off and ignored by the system I'm kind of pissed. And a
little bit psycho ex-girlfriend with the whole situation: What's wrong with us? Are we not good enough for you? Why don't you call? Why don't you like us? WE LOOOOVE YOU. Wah-sniff!
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