Illuminating.
We’re going through the process of re-doing Em’s testing for her IEP (individual educational plan) to determine what services she’ll be getting in middle school. There’s a test called the BASC that teachers and parents fill out with a bunch of multiple choice questions like “Argues when denied own way” and “Refuses to join group activities.” This is the first year Em’s been old enough to fill out her own, or at least the first year she’s filled it out at home so we can see it. It’s very interesting.
I was pleased to see that “My parents are always telling me what to do” got a false. And amused to see that “My parents are always right” also got a false. Heh. She’s got our number.
I hate those tests. I mean, I know there’s stuff they need to know, but I still hate them. I hate more they they 1. felt compelled to give P a standard IQ test and 2. tell us the result, even though they kept saying “we know this doesn’t accurately reflect his abilities.”
I hate them too. They’re depressing and they give me a headache. However, there are aspects of this one that I like. Some of the options make me realize how very lucky we are. Questions like “Likes to set fires” and “Likes to hurt animals” remind me of how much worse we could have it.
Yeah, I had a similar reaction to those questions.