Last week we decided to pull Archer out of speech therapy, mainly because in the last six-months of speech therapy, no one has done their job well. We went through four therapists all of whom flaked on us half the time. I haven't decided who I want to blame. Regional Center or the therapists themselves. At first we had the speech therapists coming to us. But like I said before, only a fraction of the time did the therapist actually show. Traffic was always sooooo bad. Maybe next week!
Because of our issues with flaky at-home therapists we decided to go into an actual office once a week but the flakiness continued. Several times not even an hour before our appointment, I was called and canceled on. And when we weren't (canceled on) the therapists seemed to have no idea what they were doing.

Archer es muy frustrado. His mama tambien.
"How's he doing?" I asked after our last session.
The therapist just shrugged and giggled. "He's doing fine," she said.
Uh... and?
Ironically, our speech therapists seemed unable to articulate what was going on with Archer's progress. No "he's getting stronger ever week!" or "Sorry, sister. Outlook not good." Just smiles and shrugs and "see you next week!"
Honestly, I really wanted to be open to speech therapy. Lordy knows Archer needed it. He still needs it. He's making progress of course but still has major speech-issues. He's about a year-and-a-half behind, we think, which is cool, but help is surely necessary at this point.
The final straw came last week when after three weeks of being flaked on, we were flaked on a grand total of four times in a row. Deservedly pissed off, Hal called to cancel therapy for good. We decided to instead put Archer in school five days a week. Because preschool doesn't call and cancel an hour before it starts and anyway, school seems to be working FAR MORE than speech therapy ever did.

Come on, Mom. Let's blow this popsicle stand...
Right about now I'm feeling pretty bad about Los Angeles' state-funded speech therapy (can you tell?). I really wanted to give it a chance but frankly it's been nothing but a waste of time for all of us. If we could afford to hire a private therapist I would do so but alas, we must depend on state-funded intervention and apparently, you get what you pay for 'round these here parts.
So preschool five days a week is Archer's only speech therapy. He sings songs. He paints pictures. He attempts to communicate with the boys and girls in his class and he's happy.
I couldn't be prouder of the progress Archer has made. Progress that hasn't been interrupted by flaky incompetents who cannot even make eye-contact with a concerned parent and/or do his/her job. Free preschool has been the silver lining of this whole experience. We love Archer's school and feel very lucky to have the support and aid of his teachers who have been nothing but patient with Archer and his delays.
It's hard enough for a parent to acknowledge that his/her child needs professional assistance. Harder yet when professional assistance isn't at all professional. Oy to the ARGH.
So no more speech therapy for us. Not unless we decide to hire someone out of pocket who will actually show up and you know, therapize.
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