My son’s bus came whizzing up our street, and instead of slowing and stopping at the corner, he just barely slowed down and turned. I stood watching from my driveway, wondering – “what the ?? Where is my son?”.
So, I thought, “ok. no need to panic. He’s probably fine. Maybe, he missed the bus… maybe he needed to stay after to get a book?”. Still, the overly-motherly-worrisome voice in the back of my head couldn’t help throwing in it’s 2 cents – “Maybe he was kidnapped by aliens and being held hostage against his will?!?!”. I shook any “what-if-terrible-scenarios” out of my head and reverted back to the calm rationalle mom that I am… “No… no.. I’m sure it’s one of the first things”, I thought.
So, I called the school. The school called the bus. The bus driver reports back to the school, who reports back to me, that my son IS on the bus.
Ok. ? So, now I’m just wondering WHY he didn’t get OFF the bus. ??
My questions are all answered when AC finally comes strolling up the street about 35 minutes later. He informs me that since he got a ride to school that morning, his bus driver assumed he wasn’t on the bus in the afternoon.
me: – “well? didn’t you tell him when he blew by your stop?”
AC: “yeah! When the driver didn’t stop to let me off at my stop, I went up to him and said, “umm? my stop was back there”.
me: “yeah? and? ”
AC: “and the driver was all huffy and he told me, “well, you weren’t on the bus this morning, so I didn’t think you were on the bus… and you didn’t answer when I called your name!”.
me: “he called your name?”
AC: “he said he did…. but, I guess he just yelled it out and I didn’t hear him because he didn’t even use the loud speaker thing and I was in the back of the bus”.
me: *sigh* (Inside, my heart breaks a little when stupid and frustrating things like this happen to my son.) I said to him, “great… and, did you tell him you couldn’t hear him and that he needs to use the speaker next time? ” (I was guessing he did NOT, because self-advocacy is something we are working on).
AC: “yeah, I did. I said, “I didn’t hear you… I have a *Hearing disability*” – (and he made a gesture pointing to his HA’s as he said it.
Me: “you said that?? really?” (I could hardly believe it. My son doens’t like to point out his HA’s usually). I smiled… and said, “good for you. And what did he say?”
AC: “he said, “oh”… well you’ll have to wait til the end of the route and I’ll take you back”.
So, my son still had to ride around for an extra 40 minutes… and he was NOT happy about that. He also confided in me later that he HATED saying that he has a “disability”… and we tried to come up with alternate things he could say.
However – I consider this a big step, and a victory. It is one of the first times my son stood up for himself… that he explained to someone that he does have a hearing loss…. and, didn’t just accept whatever they were dishing out as if he had done something wrong when he hadn’t.
I’m proud of him.
We also discussed how the driver probably didn’t know… and now that he does know – hopefully he’ll remember to use the speaker.