I’m not having a good day. I was approached by the interventionist today, while picking the boys up from school. Actually, I was only picking up Elliott cause Emmett was home sick.
I’ve always made it a point to be as honest with this blog as possible. Sometimes the honesty is rather brutal.
As I’m writing this, I’m literally shaking because I’m so upset by what I learned today. While I’m not going to go into much detail because I’m jot done with this yet, I do want to talk about what happened.
When I left the meeting with the school last Friday, it was decided that she would meet with Elliott alone, this other kid alone and then sit them both down together and try and work through whatever is going on. It was actually my idea to do that.
The reason I’m so angry right now is because through this process, Elliott was convinced that not only did he misunderstand what happened, but that he was the instigator. He even apologized to this kid.