So last Wednesday I asked "Can You Name That Movie?" and posted 4 pictures from films that have both inspired me and turned me into a sobbing hysterical snot sniffling mess.
Now I'm ready to tell you what films and why.
A Streetcar Named Desire - If you've never read or seen Streetcar - you should. I've read the play several times, seen the movie hundreds and saw it when it came to Broadway. I could say so much on this movie but I don't want this to turn into a literary critique. It's the one scene and one line I want to focus on: "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."
So many special needs parents depend on "the kindness of strangers." The bus drivers and matrons, the school security guards and social workers, receptionists, aides, teachers, therapists, nurses, doctors - are just a few of the strangers, parents and children encounter. Parents of special needs children depend on the kindness and humanity of these professionals. I know I depend on them. The Boy is not the kind of child who can tell me when something is wrong, I need to trust these strangers; trust that they will fill in the gaps and keep me in the loop.
I get that for many it's just a job. But it has to be thought of as so much more. I've encountered my fair share of employees who are quick to tell you what their job description is. But some jobs need that little extra step. When those steps are taken, it's appreciated.
Not that The Boy is in pain but sometimes I sit in IEP meetings and I just want to scream, "JUST GIVE MY KID THE SERVICES!" And the fact that I am STILL waiting for The Boy to get the OT services mandated on his IEP, the fact that last week, in a meeting I was promised an RSA letter to start services and the fact that I have sent 3 emails, left 2 voicemails and actually spoke to a human being and I'm still waiting for that damn RSA letter - I am 60 seconds away from rolling into some one's office and pulling an Aurora. Seriously. Again...going back to the whole "kindness of strangers" thing.