can I just unload? I need some ears, shoulders and advice... long, so I understand if you want to just click back now.....
I was a teacher before having kids. Had DD in 2003 and suffered severe PPD. got pregnant 6 mos later (I know, what was I thinking, with PPD and all) and had DS in 2004. Of course they are my life, my joy, my reason for living, wanting to be a better person, etc. I love them more than anything in this world. I was a SAHM for 3.5 years but after 2.5 years of it I began to wonder if I would be better off working part time. (I missed the adult/professional interaction and was feeling very bogged down with two toddlers at home - DH worked 14 hour days so I was alone alot). I had felt guilty sending them to an MDO b/c nothing was ever good enough, money was tight b/c I wasn't working and wasn't that my job to be with them, not send them away??? (I know, irrational thinking but remember PPD. Bear with me)
So in March 2006 my old principal asked me to finish the school year for a teacher who had tragically passed away. Of course it was awful circumstances and taking over a class who had had subs for 7 weeks (1st grade) and trying to make a difference in just 11 weeks of the year that was left was a huge challenge. But I LOVED it. So when my principal asked me to return the following year I agreed. I thought this was a "sign" An answer to my dilemma I had been having for the past year (work or nor work?).
(sidenote we also began building a house once I agreed to stay full time)
We moved over the summer and I had to find new daycare. I loved the place, but the kids had a hard time adjusting. My job was great, but I found myself getting sadder and sadder b/c I felt I had no time with the kids anymore. Maybe the 11 weeks of the past year did not bring this out in me b/c I knew it was only 11 weeks? I dont know. Anyway, I started to resent every meeting, etc etc. But I did love the students I taught Over the course of the year I began to "break down" and started seeing a therapist again. 4 medications later and I was still a mess. I missed my kids terribly and leaving them for 10 hours a day was killing me.
So I decided to go part time for the following year. The position was in special education, but it was a community based inclusion program for 4/5 year olds. I was told at the most, it would be a few ADHD or speech impaired children. I looked forward to the idea of getting off at 11:30, seeing my kids more, learning a "new" job (spec ed) and not being under any state testing constraints - we could make play doh! we could play games (learning)! We could sing songs!!!. I loved the whole developmentally appropriate instruction idea that our state thinks is ok or everyone up to 5 (then if of course changes thanks to the good old state test!) It was also supposed to be about 15 students with 3 adults - that sounded awesome! (compared to the 22 I had in first grade and I was alone)
I also thought it would be an excellent experience to work more intensely with students with disabilities (I had had them in the past in the regular classroom and found myself successful with them) and I wanted to/hoped to make a difference at a more basic level (younger).
fast forward over the summer and even the fall and here I sit - 3.5 months into the school year. I have cried about every other day. I work in a daycare (but for the public school) so I have no resources (supplies, copier, computer, laminator) or other colleagues to easily confer with that have same "goals" I have (it's just different agendas in a daycare than the public school - one is not necessarily better - not meaning to sound snobby, it's just different - it is what it is) .
I have several kids with SEVERE behavioral disorders. I have tried SO many different things and each day it feels like a climb up a hill that just keeps growing. I love challenges but the A type personality in me is having a hard time not seeing much progress and feeling like a constant "policeman" all day. I love the kids individually but I am beginning to hate teaching. Please dont take any of this the wrong way - it is NOT that I dont like the kids/disabilities - not at ALL. I LOVE the kids, really - I KNOW they are just children and they NEED my (or someone's) loving help and guildance to help correct or at least better live with/conrol their disabilities.
But the big picture is that I just dont think I can't handle it. I am spit on, screamed at, punched, head butted, slapped and have had to perform NCI restraints on a 3 year old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (he was trying to leave the building) Several of them attack their friends physically - they have been bit, busted lips, etc. They do not listen to redirection/instruction even with trying NUMEROUS different techniques. And frankly I am exhausted because nothing seems to work. I have asked for district support personnel to come help, but I dont see much (we are kind of forgotten b/c I have been told we are the smallest "fire" to put out). It breaks my heart to see kids with this many difficulties but it is breaking my spirit too - I just do not think I am cut out for this - I am not tough/strong enough.
I now spend each Sunday dreading the next day. I am grumpy, weepy, miserable and spending at least half the day trying to figure out what to do. The only day of the week I feel like I can really relax and be "me" is Saturday (no job to go to that day or to dread for the next day)
If I quit, I let so many people down - and it's a critical needs position that is part time - not exactly tons of people lining up for this job. And there's that A type personality - dont want to be a quitter or have people think I failed - who will hire me with that reputation?
but my personal life is suffering b/c I truly hate this job. I feel so guilty for saying that, but it's the truth. Everyone has been really nice, so noone else to "blame".
I am seeing my therapist again, but I feel like I am deteriorating rapidly....I am not sure I can even make it through next week. I come home each day and curl up in a ball or just weep or become agitated b/c I am overwhelmed. Medication is still not helping so I wonder if someone is trying to tell me that I need to make this decision to let the job go? Believe me I am not taking this lightly, this is the hardest thing I've ever dealt with. And I have a hard time being honest with my boss (who is wonderful) b/c again, I dont want to let her down, disappoint her and I am kind of embarrassed about my emotional/mental issues. Plus, I know I am not the first person to ever be in a difficult situation and I want to be a professional, not a quitter. But again I am MISERABLE personally and I feel like I am wishing away and at times wasting away a year of my life b/c I am having a hard time functioning.
if I am going to quit I have to do it soon - in teaching its best to leave in december/jan if you can control the time/decision. Hubby says I have to work (again, more pressure, guilt) and I know I do - we built a new house on the premise I would work. We can *make* our bills with me not working, but we will never get ahead, wont save enough for retirement. I'm not saying I wont work at all either - I like working - but at this point if I leave I dont yet have a plan b solidly in place. But I am feeling the time/crunch/pressure to make a decision for my personal functioning/coping and for the district's convenience to hire someone new.
It doesnt help that my instructional assistant left after 4 weeks of the year and the daycare teacher quit last week. (both for reasons totally different than mine) Although the new one is much better, it would mean ANOTHER new teacher for the poor little ones.
If you made it this far, thank you. I dont have the energy to go back and condense/rewrite (which I usually do). Any words of wisdom would be helpful (and please remember, I am having huge guilt issues ALREADY)
THANK you.......