July

I haven't been on here for a very long time, because it takes light years for the 1000 year old Think Pad to turn on. It takes half an hour to power up, 10 minutes to open your browser, and gawd forbid you actually ask it to look something up. It's maddening. If I still had my laptop, then i could turn on the computer at a whim and write to my hearts content, but alas, i do not have two hours to navagate to this site and write. believe me, I need too.
Yesterday, Kodin came home with scratches on his neck all over and a huge one up his back. Two weeks ago same thing, but bleeding(he now has a scar). I first went to the bus and asked if i could ride the bus to school with him and see whats upsetting him so much. That didnt fly, so i ran to the truck, beat the bus to school and when he arrived, i asked what transpired on the bus. I was told the girl(attendant on the bus) was angrily saying," what, he can't talk or something!!" I of course, know this is not how one talks to Kodin and if she had a problem this whole time she had beenj riding with him to school and talking to him like that, then thats why hes upset. Could you imagine being badgered by someone ..who is obviously upset with you, and you cant answer them, and become frustarted by angry tons and body language??!! So while Kodin is at school for the amazing 3 hours from 9-12 (actually thats when he leaves and gets dropped off:(  it takes him the whole time to calm down. At Kodin's school I was told by everyone I talked to (3 girls in particular), that the woman yelled and stomped her foot, and today..swore at Kodin. Um what??!! There are a max of 5 children on the short bus to Chileda(there were three children last school year).How can an employee not know that a special needs child can't talk, or what to be careful for. Why as a mother am I constantly filling out paperwork about kodin for people that dont read it. Seems they are responsible for my child when i am not around. Scary, scratches coming from different directions on his neck, digging into his neck, a shirt burn from pulling on his shirt, and scratches coming up his back, as if someone is above him.
Needless to say, the bus company was rude to me, never called back, and when I called they said they have videos with sound and nothing happened..and i dont get to see them. When i had to call them back after the whole day of being told the girl on the phone whould talk to her boss, and no return call..I asked if I needed to get an attorney to view the video tapes taken on the bus every am. She said I would have to take it up with the DOE to get permission. They have already called to say they are working on it. Its all bullshit. Why doesnt Kodin have legal and mandatory IEP meetings? Why doesnt the DOE in Hawaii give this state the f***ing paperwork they require to continue his care here??? They dont have the child, he doesnt live there any longer, what is the purpose? They have told the head of DOE special education here a zillion times that they will send IEPs and much needed paperwork, it doesnt happen. How can the DOH not provide services. Why cant anyone tell me where my son is getting beat up, and why dont they care? Why do these people have these jobs?!!!
I am terribly sick, very angry. Kodin has no school for another month starting Monday. We sit, we eat, we grow..we go outside and horrible distruction. I went to the store on my way to a bbq two weeks ago to pick up margarita mix for a friend, Kodin threw himself on the ground in the wine isle and proceeded to kick and distroy zillions of bottles of wine, glass and red wine everywhere, hes too big to pick up, it was 115 degrees (heat index), so the child was sweaty and wine covered(not bleeding-miracle)-twirling around on the ground, hand sover his ears, kicking as hard as he could. Eventually I was assisted by two very brave men to carry him outside, where it proceeded for another half an hour. The stares the looks, the laughter, snikering..awesome. I was so worked up from trying to carry him and stress..i almost threw up. Right now, i want to cry and throw up. This life is rediculous, dangerous, sad