The Daycare

Oh man. Another bad day.

I got a phone call at work to come get Nathan. They said he flipped out when they tried to separate him from his buddy. Then they grabbed him, to remove him from the group. They discovered quickly enough that grabbing him is not going to help the situation any. He went ballistic.

When they called, my son was in a corner, and throwing things at the caregivers. He had already hit several of them, and tried to yank a jacket off another. It sounds like he was also trying to hit people with his own jacket. I was relieved to find him unrestrained (though separated from the crowd, which is a good thing), and not pinned to the ground. That at least was a step up from Thursday's incident. One of the caregivers disappeared the minute I showed up. She looked pissed. (It makes me wonder if they even have any idea what they are dealing with, or if they even know he has autism. I sure hope they have been made aware. It would really stink to have a job like that, and not be told that one of the kids has these sensory and meltdown issues. I know they weren't told at his school. That just frustrated me to no end, and I can only imagine how it must frustrate the poor caregivers).

By the time I reached Nathan, he had calmed down. The guy told me I could bring him back tomorrow, and that he thought it would be okay because he could see some things that worked with Nathan, and some of the things that didn't work. Wow. I don't usually hear that kind of response. The man seemed very kind, and he was confident that he would have a more successful day tomorrow. I sure hope he's right. I really appreciated his willingness, and his lack of judgement.

This was all such crappy timing, too. Today I emailed in my employee review. Sigh. I was so hopeful that all these meltdowns would fade away, and at least be few and far between. No such luck. At least not yet.

It worries me.