Ring ring goes the phone
Number I note and voice so distinct
Mrs. Young, oh good you are home
Heavy heart, deep sigh
Chin drops to the chest
Not again, with exasperated cry
The common line that I dread
There’s been an incident
That bloody line rings in my head
There’s one thing for sure
It will be written on my gravestone
When I am no more
I listen to the chaos unfold
The triggers always unknown
A sudden chill makes me go cold
Coping mechanisms none were in sight
He struggled, he swore
Frustration, fear, fight and flight
The incident told with detailed description
Honesty yet delicate in her delivery
Underlined with such great precision
I hold the phone ever tighter
Pursed lips, eyes closed
Will his life ever get brighter?
Her reassurance that, ‘This too shall pass’
Don’t worry, calm has now resumed
And he’s happy again, back in his class.
However a report she now needs to make
It’s the same process for all
It’s purely for Health and Safety sake.
Not as many incidents so far this year
They say, he’s doing quite well
But there will be more yet I fear.
Ring ring goes the phone
The number I note
But this time I hide, there’s no-body at home!
Updated January 3rd, 2016. This post will be updated on an on-going basis I have written this blog specifically to educate, advocate and provide awareness for an unknown syndrome in Australia, call…
Phil Christie introduces pathological demand avoidance (PDA), describes its symptoms in children and young people, and explains how therapists – and, through them, teachers and parents – can understand and work with it…
This post is with our huge thanks to:
Special Needs Jungle – http://www.specialneedsjungle.com
for their continued support in raising the profile of Pathological Demand Avoidance Syndrome.
PDA Awareness Day is Sunday 15th May (thats this weekend:-)
As its National Limerick Day today I thought Id make up a little limerick for Sunday… If you like it, please feel free to share especially on PDA Sunday x
Autism they said is like Rainman PDA they said is naughty kid syndrome They have closed minds bound by fear and would rather we all just disappear. Judgemental faces they simply cannot relate Instructing us to medicate & sedate They really don’t want to understand Nor will they ever try to lend a hand. Don’t look down on us with expression so glum We simply march to the beat of our own drum My last point for your personal reflection is wake up people, we are all on the spectrum!