Tuesday, July 04, 2006
I love the magic of writing. Chapters, stories, poetry, lyrics all form part of my daily routine as does, unfortunately, writing for work.
Report writing steals the freedom, the passion, the joy of language, replaced by confining boxes, buzz words, cold and calculating facts.
Here is part of one I wrote this afternoon that will be sent on to Social Services to maintain a child's place at the centre I work in. Below is what I would have said if I could!
Child B (3.8 years)
B continues to make progress. His language continues to improve with the support of Makaton sign language and daily sessions from the speech therapist. His oro-motor skills are improving but relevant, acquired language is still gauged at less than twenty words with no expressive language to date. Disfluency shows in most utterances and pre-formed words.
Large motor skills have improved with recommended insoles in his shoes. He is now exploring outside play, he can kick a ball and is learning to balance on a trike.
This is what I wanted to say:-
Do you know how incredible this child is?
The progress B has made is nothing short of a miracle and it is all down to his utter determination to try and become part of this world.
This little man has struggled to overcome the worst start a human being could have. He has risen, phoenix-like, from non-existing parenting and the remnants of neo-natal addiction. Clinical depression, so bad that an adult would have been hospitalised, has been present all his life and yet he remains one of the most beautiful souls I have ever met.
Now stop quibbling, give us the money and let us do our job!