Well, Isn't That Special?

Can somebody tell me why I attend parent group again? I think I need my head examined.

It is quite obvious to me at this point that our group moderator thinks Erik is on the severe side of the Williams coin. If I reported what was said today during parent group, there would undoubtedly be an angry mob of parents and the people who care about me on her front lawn waving torches. What's funny is that her comments seem to bother the people who love me more than they do me. Yes, she bothers me on some level, but I think I have her figured out. She is only telling me what she sees, and I can't fault her for that, although tact and compassion are obviously not two of her strongest qualities. I am truly interested in seeing how other people view my son. There are some people who would never guess there is something different about Erik and others who tell me they knew at first glance.

This woman has a double Master's degree and I'm nothing but a college dropout, but at this point in life it is painfully obvious to me that having more paperwork on your office wall doesn't make you any more intelligent or better with people. Methinks my skin is thickening.

No, I'm not going to do the Church Lady dance. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it, though.