There was, for example, the social worker I talked to about how Big Guy's school has documented a sharp increase in self-destructive statements. His comment: "Oh. But I saw him yesterday and he seemed happy!"
Or the nurse who, in response to my concern that Big Guy has been sleeping in school for weeks said, "It's probably just that the teacher didn't bother to wake him up."
Ahem. We're dealing with a child who has chronic dysthymia, a history of periodic Major Depression, and a severe anxiety disorder. I know my child, and I know the symptoms he's had in the past when he's been depressed. I am a sane person, an intelligent woman, and I am well-informed on mental health issues. I am not going to let anyone dismiss Big Guy's shift in behavior with "he's probably just doesn't want to be in school". I don't care if I get labeled a pushy mama. I don't care what excuse people want to serve up. I don't care if they don't like me, because this is my child and he needs help. And I'm going to get it.
I will try to be gracious and respectful. I will warn people when I'm getting annoyed. I will correct them when it's clear they are making false assumptions or don't have their facts straight. I will pray for those who aggravate me. (I will get my child the help he needs.)
I will vent privately to my shell-shocked husband (who always looks at me when I'm like this as if he's not sure I'm the lady he married). I will pray some more, this time for guidance. I will take many deep, cleansing breaths. I will think and think and think. (I will get my child the help he needs.)
And when I wonder how the world can possibly be filled with so many [adjective,adjective, adjective]
Couldn't do it without you.