Diary of a Madwoman

This madwoman, a 40-something mom of two children, is here to tell you a thing or two about life when you're an overweight, perimenopausal (she has pills for when she laughs too hard, cream for when hair grows where it shouldn’t and patches to prevent hot flashes and aggravation.) She’s claustrophobic, agoraphobic, insomniatic, diabetic, stubborn anxious, hypothyroid, chronic sinusitis, allergenic, Fibromyalgia, asthmatic, migraine queen with two kids (both teens, one with special needs), four INDOOR dogs, a Cockatoo, two ferrets, a husband and PMDD. Why tell you all of this? TO make you feel better of course!

I hate high school!

I hate high school! I hate high school! I hate high school! I hate high school!

How many more times do I need to say if for you to understand? School hasn’t even started and already you have your little cliques. There’s the jocks, the druggies, the bully’s, the geek’s, the wanna-be’s, the easy girls, the girls you’ll never have, 500 freshmen. And I could tell you what group 90% of them will fall into.

The ones my heart goes out to is the 200 out of 2,000 students that are in special education. Where do these kids fits in? Where do those in wheelchairs fit in?

Every school will tell you with a straight face that all of the students jus adore the special kids. Really? Have you ever been to high school?

I’ll admit that in Hampton Roads the kids are more accepted here than say, central Virginia. But that’s not enough. Where are the sporting events and the clubs for these kids? Who’s going to be there to protect them? To keep them from getting picked on. From getting bullied? Or laughed at? Okay, maybe my own high school fears are coming out but are things really that different?

My son is very popular and for all the right reasons. But, will it be enough in high school? Will his big blue eyes and wide smile really help him to make it through unscathed? And what will I do when he comes home and says, “I hate high school.” What will I do then?

500 kids and I barely knew one of them. Cheerleaders still make me uncomfortable. Chorus scares me. ROTC I’ve never understood. As for the clubs. Where does a developmentally delayed child fit into all of that?

I know for years special education students were segregated more so than any other population in history and I guess it’s god that the law pushes for them to become part of the community. But how do we educate the community? How do we control the community?

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I don't think you are wrong

I don't think you are wrong about how kids are today in high school. I am only 9 years out of high school but, kids then and kids now...really not a big difference. They dislike anyone that doesn't fit to their "standards." Hence the "clicks." It's sad that people raise their children to be like that. Well, not necessarily raising them to be like that, the peer pressure and the influence of friendships is also a factor. But I do know that kids are "nice" to the ones that are special needs. Unless its a small special need that is over looked or can be over looked or not noticeable. The sad thing is there aren't groups an and clubs and sports for the special needs child. And their should be. Why should they miss out because they were born different?? It's not their fault and its not your fault as a parent that you child is a little more special then your neighbor down the street.


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