Michal and The System

LITTLE EXPLORER

  I met Michal at a Sunday program for children with autism, where I was working with another boy, but Michal always attracted my attention. I called him "explorer". He was constantly busy exploring the world around him. Unfortunately, he didn't have many opportunities to do so, because the room was almost empty so that the children wouldn't put something inappropriate in their mouths. Despite this, Michal diligently studied everything that was around - tables, chairs, cabinets. He accompanied his observations with sounds: "tu-tu-tu" or "ta-ta-ta." From time to time he approached one of the staff and gently hugged. He never hugged other children... Michal was very sweet and touching. He looked like a small child - very vulnerable, fragile and touching. Pale, thin, almost transparent skin, huge blue eyes and a childish expression. An inquiring look "what's going on?". He was very thin and somehow defenseless. He did not look as ten years old. He called up desire to  protect him from life. Everyone loved him terribly and wanted to work with him.
  The daytime program, like many other programs, provides little opportunity to get to know the child better. Everyone is too busy "following the general direction."
Food and entertainment” are the main points of this program. To do this, children must behave well. Michal was an obedient child. I was curious what would happen if Michal had more opportunities to explore. I wanted to work with him individually . That could be done at his home.

 MICHAL’S MOM   

     When I met his mother, I immediately said that I did not want to just look after the child. I need to work and see progress. Mom was delighted. She said that this is exactly what she would like to find. Working as a speech therapist at school, she wanted her children (Michael had 2 younger brothers) to do something useful with the workers who come to the house. She showed me a huge number of children's books and games.
She was very pleased with my enthusiasm and immediately agreed, saying the words dear to my heart. “You don’t have to be a professional to help such a child!” I had never heard this before from anyone (except myself), so I was very inspired. Finally, I found a mother who herself was an expert in working with such children and seemed to willingly support my ideas! Together we could do so much for Michal! I asked the boy's mother for permission to observe the child at school.

    SCHOOL      

        It was a prestigious  small school in Manhattan, where they worked according to the ABA method. Everyone at this school was polite, nice and helpful, but most of my questions remained unanswered. The employees who worked  with Michal could not explain why they did this or that activity. Instructor , working directly with Michal, told me that all questions should be asked to the head teacher, and the head teacher sent me to the head of the program. The program manager reviewed the documents, but said that she was not entirely sure and should first consult with the senior educator.

       Well, I went back to Michal. He was sitting  in the same spot with his usual dreamy expression on his face, staring off into space. The teacher explained to me how she checked whether the boy was present near or mentally hovering in the surrounding space. She usually asks him to touch his nose. The boy obediently did so. From time to time Michal got up and hugged the teacher. The boy's mother explained that this was the effect of one of the medicines the boy was receiving. It was interesting! The medicine that makes a person gentle! But maybe mom was confused about something and Michael just had such a need. The teacher "boasted" that Michal knew the concepts of "big and small". In fact, Michael just perfectly matched things and when she put separately a big bear and a small bear cub, he just correctly put big with big without having any idea what small or big is. It was the same with the knowledge of letters.

        I also had the opportunity to talk to two therapists as well, trying to find out if there is any common goal in the activities that Michael does. I hoped that his current studies were only a stage in some process that would gradually lead to the desired result. But none of them wanted to discuss this topic with me. At the same time, they insisted on the importance of completing the current tasks. No one wanted to talk about any process of successive steps that should lead to some goal, or about goals in general. This question clearly annoyed the therapists. The main thing was to work. In cases like that, specialists usually say “We are working on it!”

WORK SYSTEM
   
      Unfortunately, many educators and therapists work hard with the child for years without achieving any visible result. Because the acquired knowledge is rarely used in life. Specialists working in another program that the child attends seem to be working on the same tasks (for example, developing hygiene skills, eating and dressing independently), Because they work separately from each other, using different approaches and methods, the child often cannot achieve any progress. Everyone works, and it seems that this work can continue indefinitely, If the parent does not direct and coordinate it. Often parents make unrealistic or illogical demands, so professionals are in a difficult position. Many collaboration issues exist.

         In addition, it is not customary for specialists to exchange information with each other, and it is considered bad manners to ask about it. Once, when I just started working in this area, I was walking with a child on the street and met a woman who was delighted to meet my boy on the street. It turned out that it was his school teacher. I decided to take advantage of this meeting and began to ask what  they work with the boy at school. She hesitated to give  away any of the answers. Everyone understands that The System does not allow inappropriate questions. Over time, I also realized this and stopped asking questions. The situation as a whole is completely bleak.

A lot of specialists are "working on something" with the child, teaching the child different things, and each of them works on his own. Officially the child is divided into two halves. From  the waist down is one type of specialist. from the waist up is another. When I started working with the boy in a residence , his legs were very developed. He constantly played football - he was excellent at kicking the ball despite the fact that his legs were damaged by the CP. At the same time, his hands were completely inactive. He didn't use them  at all. Apparently, only a "below the belt" specialist worked on him, and he did not get a specialist above the belt ..... In this state of affairs, most often the child remains at the same level without much progress, and sometimes even deterioration is observed, despite the efforts of a huge number of specialists involved in the work.

With that particular boy I made his hands very active. He lost interest in football. We worked a lot with photos and  book reading with his hands constantly involved . But, when I was not there he was using nothing. He was sitting on the floor unable to get up and watched video all day long.

THE SYSTEM AS A WHOLE    

        Once I shared these thoughts with my superiors, people who held a much higher position in the hierarchy of the System and knew much more about it than I did. Their answers were simple: "Don't worry, formally in the reports, everything is fine and fully corresponds to the task." I was not satisfied with these answers: “But what about the children? Can anything be done to change this useless system?” “Oh, this is a very serious matter of state! We can't do anything!" Well, Money, Power, and one little boy with an expression of detachment on his face - what unequal forces. It's known that "autism is a thriving business." Big money involved. It's hard work. Educational institutions graduate many specialists who need work. Social programs provide assistance to parents. Everything revolves around the child, a lot of money is invested in this child. So many people try to invest their efforts, but most often there is almost no result.

         There are two opinions on whether it is worth developing those children who were born with a very low level of development. Some think it's worth it, some think it's not worth it. The state believes that it is worth it and allocates a lot of money for it. I belong to those who believe that yes, this should be done, but it always turns out that the children are my only allies in this matter.

BUILDING A TEAM       

          In Michal's case, I decided to "fight" the System in the only possible way. Parents! Parents seem to be the only people who can unite the army of specialists working with their child.
      I decided to inspire Michal's mom. She was supposed to be the captain of our team, which will lead the "ship" in the right direction, which I will organize. So I proposed my plan to the boy's mother, explaining that I would prepare everything for her, that I would do all the work myself. Her role will only be to convey to the various specialists and ordinary workers who work with her son what exactly they should do in order to unite them with a single goal and achieve the desired result. At least two of us must work together - then we will get the result we want.
        Mom seemed to agree. I was so excited about this idea, especially considering that the boy's mother was an expert in this field herself, the house was littered with various educational games and the mother talked so much about the development of her children that she did not pay attention to what the mother agreed without any enthusiasm. She probably couldn't dismiss an idea that could help her son so quickly. It would show her in a bad way as a parent. She has always cared about her image of being a "correct selfless parent" and talked about it all the time.

                THE ONLY ALLY 

         However, Michal took it very differently. After this conversation with his mom about my "grandiose" plans, I gave him food, and he stared straight into my eyes, and stared for so long that I could not believe it. Everyone knows how difficult it is for an autistic child to maintain eye contact, and suddenly - such a gaze. This has never happened before. Usually his gaze is fixed somewhere in space. I realized that Michal liked my idea!!! He approved it! I have noticed this phenomenon before. Once a child completely immersed in himself suddenly stared at me, when I discussed similar things with his dad  trying to move parents to some action for the sake of the child

         The saddest circumstance for Michal at home was the complete lack of freedom. As soon as Michal returned from school, the person  present took care of him, holding  his hand. He literally passed from hand to hand  until it was time to go to sleep. It seemed that when the boy finally could go to bed, he was completely happy: "Oh, finally I'm alone." He slept in such a closed tent from which he could not get out by himself. True, he constantly invented methods to free himself from there and run away, but his dad immediately was taking  steps to improve the security system. It was believed that it was dangerous to leave Michal alone, because left to himself, he immediately began to run, knocking down everything around. Probably, I myself would behave in exactly the same way if I had a rare chance to free myself from the constant “captivity” of adult hands.
 It was around the time that Michal's family moved into a larger apartment, and I began to implement my plan to drastically "change Michal's life" by giving him freedom. I told his mom that Michal needed a room of his own, a space where he could learn how to behave. If he has the opportunity to move freely, he will learn the right behavior and then be able to behave correctly in other places. There was a small room in the house that mom adapted as a playroom. It was completely over crowded with books and games. I offered to vacate this room for Michal during our intensive coordinated work for a period of 3 months.
         Theoretically, the boy's mother agreed with the idea, but showed no enthusiasm to make it a reality. On the contrary, she was delaying the preparation of a room for Michal, while decorating all the rooms of the new house, even the bathrooms. Therefore, in any part of the new house there were many things that could "suffer" from Michal's curiosity.
    How to solve the problem?..... Watching him better ...that is, holding his hand...always and everywhere That what everybody did everyone did. Nobody wanted to get in trouble. That is, there was no place for Michal. Any place in the house had to be protected from Michal . But he so much wanted to move. Suddenly, the mother suggested a solution - an attic with a spiral staircase. The attic was not bad, but access to it was unacceptable. Very dangerous.  And Mom had to agree that the playroom was the only solution. Then the "events" began

              HIDDEN OPPOSITION 

            To tell the story in a nutshell, my ideas always fail. Michal was no exception. But there is a process from when the idea was born till it was killed and a lot of important things happening during the process. When I get parental consent, I move forward like a tank. Move furniture away or buy new. I was equipping the space without paying attention to the parents. The consent was received and I delved into the work, overcoming the incomprehensible resistance of the parents. I understood its nature much later.
         Overall, parents usually love the way I work with their children. Children are usually happy and attached to me. I offer something for their children that no one can and will not openly oppose. But inside, parents think differently. They want their child to be looked after and be happy and parents having relief. They are not interested in the development of the child at all. The school does it. And it turns out to be a stalemate. Parents  can’t refuse and  don’t want to do something. And the hidden confrontation begins

PROCESS  and   ACHIEVEMENTS               

    In the end, I managed to make a room for Michal, but that didn't help. I couldn't help Michael, even though we both really wanted to. Michal tried to cooperate with me to the best of his ability. He has made great progress.
He did what I asked him, he began to communicate with the help of photographs that I took for him, expressing his desires.
He began to master self-care skills.
He began to suggest different activities himself.
He showed intelligence.
He began to invent and initiate different games himself
He  behaved like ordinary kids, inventing various pranks.
He turned out to be very smart. For example, I'll put something on top of the closet - he pulls up a chair and reach things
He was well-behaved in his room and did not break anything there. He never left the room if I left and asked him to stay in the room.
He began to learn new things ...

... the list goes on and on.

And what about Mom ... Well, there was no progress there. The boy's mom rejected any change that might help her son and her other kids. For example, her fanatical passion for healthy eating. There were so many different products from the health food store in the house that it felt like you were in a small store. Several types of nuts, many types of cereals, endless bags of different breakfast cereals and snacks.

Cooking took her a lot of time, and dinner time was an Event because it involved a huge number of different dishes. Poor Michal had to behave properly at the table, and for each dish he had to take the right cutlery. Since Michal usually wanted to take with his hands any food that was placed in front of him, the person who looked after the boy had to ensure that the boy ate the dish correctly, -spoon or fork. Thus, any meal turned into hard work. Since there were usually several courses, the dinner dragged on for a long time.
         It took me a lot of time and effort to convince Mom that the boy needed simple food, suitable for him, which he could handle himself. In the end, Mom gave in and let him eat on his own, but it turned out that this only happened in those days when I worked with him in their house. The rest of the days, everything remained the same, and thus, the idea of making Michal more independent lost all meaning.
          My initial idea that Mom would be “the conductor of our orchestra” and everyone would move in a direction leading to a common goal began to shrink rapidly. Several times I tried to explain that I already wanted to abandon this intention and just continue to work with Michal like all the other employees-simply watching him. But Mom "threw a tantrum" that if we gave up this idea, she would consider herself a bad Mom. Every time she asked me what she had to do to continue working on this idea, she carefully wrote everything down and promised to do it, without really intending to do anything.
           Thus, the situation became absurd. It is usually believed that we should help parents and listen to them, but here Mom herself asked me what needed to be done for the child and I “lectured her” what to do and why. At the same time, Mom was a certified speech therapist. Hope that she would apply her knowledge quickly evaporated. She could talk for a long time about how an excellent specialist she was at her work in a school, but when I tried to draw on her knowledge to help Michal, for some reason she shied away.
      She knew that I was interested in progressive  programs about  autism and I even brought some helpful books on the subject in order  for us to apply it to Michael. I  began consulting online with experts around the world with  possible  help for her boy. If I start working and see the progress in a child it is hard for me to stop and I break any obstacles on my way till I got to Dead End
        It was difficult for Mom to refuse such a beautiful and useful idea, but she apparently could not bring herself to go against her convictions and do something contrary to herself. In addition, she apparently shared her concerns with other specialists. Experts do not like dilettantes and she was probably advised not to trust too much. It is believed that such children should be taken care of by specialists. Apparently the words spoken by her at the beginning. "you don't need to be an expert to help such children" and which inspired me for this adventure were not real, it was said just for making impression

OPEN OPPOSITION 

     Although Mom promised to do what I asked her to do for our work and I have been asking only  what depended only on her, in fact she sabotaged all our work, disrupting my work plans for the day. She even began to insist that I look after her youngest son. It is a common practice to use a social system worker as a free nanny. Therefore, it is convenient to have a special child in the family. Free babysitting  from the state for all the kids , free toys, etc.

I would not have anything against it, on the contrary, I even welcomed it, if it would not destroy the work with "my" child. But moms usually don't like it. They have their own plans and they start to adjust me into their plans.

         This younger brother of Michal was very stubborn and spoiled. He loved to boss  everyone and everyone in the house obeyed him. But it didn't work for me. On the contrary, I planned to involve this boy in our joint work on my terms. as a responsible assistant. We indeed have achieved a great deal in this matter. He started to help us because he was very curious and really wanted to know what we were doing with Michal behind closed doors. He was not allowed to go into Michal's room whenever he wanted to. Gradually, he weaned himself from command, because he liked to spend time with us and participated in our activities

       When I suggested to Mom a simple weekend activity with all three of her children, she decided that she would have to offer treats to the younger children so that they would agree to play with Michal. In our room, for her younger children, playing with Michal was a reward to be earned by good behavior. Weekends Michael usually spent with an employee. I persuaded Mom to make Michal be with the family during a common dinner and thought out all the details for Mom so that Michal's behavior would not bring trouble to anyone. I wanted him to feel as a part of the family. Mom said that she started to do it, but the younger brother shared that Michal had lunch in the kitchen with a black lady who was on the shift

Once, Mom told me to look after her youngest son almost by order, and I had to agree. The smart child immediately took advantage of this. Michal had to be left alone in his own world, and his little brother demanded that I play his favorite games with him. And of course he began to command. Later, the boy even boasted about this to his mom. I stupidly obeyed. I already knew this was the end. In addition, it turned out that other workers who, as I hoped, would work as a united front under Mom's command, had already been "processed" by Mom in a completely different direction

        Usually it's not easy for me to give up , I resist till the end.  I still continued to work in this house, hoping for something incomprehensible, more and more reducing and reducing my plans for Michael, but I didn’t have the strength to take it and leave. I got used to my idea and Michal was making good progress. In addition, every time I tried to get out of this situation by simply stopping working there, Mom would not let me go, promising to “correct” herself by doing what needed to be done.

THE END OF THE ALL    

  One day was especially memorable. I came to Michal having prepared something important and interesting. But my mother had her own plans, and this time it was somehow very obvious and rude. She left and we stayed. Suddenly  I heard a terrible sound coming from Michael - such a muffled buzzing. It was so annoying that I couldn't bear it. And I yelled at him "don't buzz Michael". He got scared, poor guy.  Never had anything like that before. I behaved embarrassingly, but I just absolutely could not bear this sound. I asked him to stop "please don't buzz, don't do that" And he stopped.... As it turned out, Michael always made this sound and for so many months I didn't notice it at all...
 It was very strange
 
Soon a supervisor from the agency called and said that Michal's mother complained that I was creating a stressful situation in their house. My management advised me to come to the office and discuss the situation. We arranged a meeting. Social worker, supervisor and Psychologist were present. No one could clarify what was meant by stress factors. When I explained my version of events to them, all three specialists were simply shocked. I used to tell my mother what she should do!!!  Incredible! Scandal! Shock! They decided that the situation was too “neglected”.

         The case was taken over by a psychologist. He drew a visual diagram for us, placing me on one side of the sheet, the  parents on the other, and the agency in the middle.
-“Where is the child?” asked the supervisor.
- “The child is everywhere!” answered the psychologist.
 But I was surprised to hear the official statement that cooperation with parents in order to help a child is not only not welcomed, it is rather not even encouraged. There must be an agency between the parents and the employee. As I knew from my previous experience, in any situation, the agency takes the side of the parents and not the child and teaches this to their employees. Parents are always right for the simple reason that they are "customers of services for their child and can always do it elsewhere if they are unhappy."
         At the end of the meeting, the psychologist (who knew nothing about  Michal) suggested a solution to the situation. Why don't I start working on the task of learning to brush his teeth? Michal's brushing teeth process went something like this. One person holds the boy tightly, trying to keep him in the chair. At this time, mom holds his head and tries to brush his teeth with a brush. And Michael as best he can, tries to  escape  biting the brush with his teeth with all his might. Severe procedure before going to bed. The psychologist's proposal as a solution to this situation was what is called "a finger to the sky" .... but no one but me objected. The psychologist was invited as a consultant. He was the main person of this meeting to resolve the issue
        I politically incorrectly abandoned this long-term assignment, the goal that was unattainable in the foreseeable future, which fell under the category of “we are working on it”, the sole purpose of which was to justify a salary. The meeting was over. The administration had no other proposals to resolve the situation. I suggested the solution, for the boy's mother to take the initiative and, through the agency, give me instructions on what to do for the boy. According to the scheme made by a psychologist. Since the agency did not react in any way to my proposal, I wrote to my mother myself, but she also did not react in any way.

POLITICAL GAMES  AND  MY SYMPTOM         


 But that was not the end of the story. When I went to their house to collect my belongings, Michal's mother completely denied any complaints to the agency.  She accused me of refusing to work with the child and rejected all her attempts to support my plans. As usual I was again accused of betraying a child. Of course My main symptom “obsession with justice” raised its head and I went to "dig for the truth."

I said about  Mom’s words  at the agency, trying to figure out whose information was true. Agency said that Mom complained, mom said she did not. Contradiction! (Later the worker who did the job after me said that she heard mom's complains to agency. It was logical. Agency did not need that)
But my bosses were not interested in finding out anything and answered with silence. Then I contacted the director of the department, trying to clarify the situation. It was a young man managing a lot of older women. He wrote, that he hated to say this and it was not his opinion, but many employees believe that I was not the right person for this job, so the agency did not plan to cooperate with me in the future. Sure, no problem with that, but I could not stop in my searching for the truth.

         I wrote a letter to Michal's Mom with a request to clarify the situation, because of this story I was suspended from work. In result  I would not be able to help either her son, or any other child. I wrote that this is unfair to other children. Mom naturally responded with silence. Then I described the situation with a request to clarify the situation with a complaint about my behavior in Michal's house and sent it simultaneously to the agency and Michal's Mom. Soon the agency called me saying  that if I did not leave the Mom alone, they would go to the police and then I'll be arrested.

         The director of the department wrote to me that he knew that some parents do not welcome progress in working with their child, and many conscientious employees have already suffered in similar situations, so he can only advise us: "Do your best!", which in this situation means: "If you want this job, keep your mouth shut!" Everyone understands that parents in this situation have an advantage, since they can easily choose another agency that will work with their child. Thus, the money that the state allocates for their child will go to another agency. And for those who forget about this circumstance, "there is no place among us."

 Why do parents resist? The progress for the child in life skills means a smaller amount of money to parents. Since parents do not believe that those children can have a progress to get out of their condition, so their way of thoughts is logical

MICHAL’S JOY OF LIFE   
    
    I continued working with Michal at the day program, but with that  attitude of agency , it became dangerous. The agency assigned a different  employee to him - a young girl who was finishing her studies at the university with a degree in speech therapy, like Michal's Mom. At first I thought that maybe I could do something for Michal  through her, but she showed no interest. She was preoccupied with her future career and this job was just for money and a resume. She sometimes asked me for advice on working with Michal, so it seemed like I was still working with him. Michal still had a habit of approaching people with his “too-too-too” or “ta-ta-ta”, as if he was trying to ask or say something. He often came up to me and looked  with inquiring eyes as if asking "What happened?"

What could I say to him? I don't fit The System and I couldn't beat it. I couldn't save the space where we felt so good with him . I'm a lousy diplomat. I couldn't find the right way to approach your Mom, Michal!. I'm as straight as the corner of the house and that's why I'm guilty for you Michal

         The girl working with Michael was oblivious to the special diet that the Mom required for a rather ridiculous reason. Michael constantly wanted the usual food that was eaten around by other kids. Once I was with him in the store and lost my guard. He instantly grabbed an ordinary bun and stuffed it into his mouth with amazing dexterity, confirming the idea that although these children seem completely immersed in their own world, they know very well what they need and try to get it for themselves, while showing amazing abilities and skills. If you carefully observe, you can make a lot of amazing discoveries. So this girl gave Michael access to everything that other kids enjoyed ... and nothing happened to Michal except that he got a lot of pleasure

And then I found out an amazing thing. It turns out that Mom, being a speech therapist, read somewhere that if you keep a child on such a diet, then he has a chance to speak. .When I tried to involve Mom in my attempts to create a communication system for Michal using the few sounds that he uttered, Mom did not express interest. I did experiments, Michal cooperated - it worked. I pestered Mom to share some theoretical knowledge on this topic, as a professional, but nothing was achieved. It turns out that, according to the mother-speech therapist, Michal's speech should have been influenced by the correct diet . Healthy food was Mom’s  main hobby and she spent hours in the kitchen, preparing it. Children are supervised by visiting workers, and mother is always in the kitchen in her "health food restaurant", which mother was very proud of. I asked her to be present herself when the children were eating, but Mom steadfastly held on to the kitchen. She could not or did not want to see how workers spoon/fork-feeding kids in order to show Mom empty plates

                COOKIE      

        The girl who gave Michal access to the joys of life quit and he was given to someone else, a girl who worked with him at home. One day we were on the bus somewhere. I  was handing  out cookies to the kids and of course I gave one to Michal. And suddenly the girl to whom he was assigned took the cookie from him. I tried to return it to him. She didn't agree. She said that Mom would not allow it. I tried to explain what the previous employee was doing, to convince her that there was nothing to be afraid of. But she was afraid of Mom and nothing could be done there. I glanced at Michael. He was holding  out his hand to me for a cookie and looked with pleading eyes ... It was very embarrassing in front of him ...
     This way I remember Michael, pleading eyes and an outstretched hand for a cookie. Because it was the last time I saw him.
Then Michal died....
               
       Michal died at night in his cage-tent. From convulsions, although he had it for years. Nothing could be known for sure. The employees were crying. Everyone loved Michal. A specially trained person came to teach us how to deal with the loss of Michal-making some kind of album for parents, something else. On the one hand it was terrible, but on the other hand, I secretly rejoiced that Michal had found freedom. His real name means Angel. In life he was like an angel not of this world ... Well, he got home ....

           AND THEN....         

A girl showed me ... a photo of Michael on the Internet. The fact was that I did some photowork on the program, but  Michal’s parents did not give permission to photograph Michal on the program and we honestly fulfilled this desire. And here are a lot of photos of Michal publicly ... the parents asked for money. They wrote about how expensive it was to support Michal...how much they spent on healthy food...and on educational games...how expensive the funeral cost.....the parents asked to help them reimburse Michal's expenses....I was shocked and upset ... I just couldn’t find a place for myself ... Well, everyone knows that parents make money on these children ... but during their lifetime ... Those parents wanted to make money even on death.

In my writing I never use real kids photos, hoping they would overcome their condition and then those pictures could hurt them. Besides, kids are not the ones giving me permission for using their photos. Only one time I had a girl-client who was aware of things and consciously gave me permission to use her photo in the article. It would raise her self-esteem greatly, but her Dad got on strike and forbade it. He could not reconcile with the idea that a simple employee wrote an article. Scandal! I had to leave the job, but I used the photo of the girl. I hope she will see it some day and would be pleased.

AND AGAIN THE SYSTEM 

     On the program I described how Michal wanted to progress and offered to make a small photo program inside our day program so that the children not only have fun but also learn something useful because we had such opportunities. I described everything in detail. Program in honor of Michal so that he would  not be forgotten. I showed it to the local boss, a young woman, explaining  that this would not add any trouble for her, but there would only be benefits. As always, I forgot about an important point - Power of  Authority. As it turned out, most employees did not like her and she was struggling for authority. This could be some kind of competition for her, because ...
              The highest authorities postponed the solution, but as a result they approved my suggestion and ordered both of us to come ...the supervisor and I.
And  it started "now I'm busy .. I have a wedding in two months. ..call me after the wedding" . I'm a stubborn girl .. I fight to the end ...
She didn't pick up the phone after the wedding. The new year has begun and I was not invited to work. Then I showed up on my own without warning. The boss began to play up that she was just about to call me for work... And then I took my breath away by expressing loudly and in front of all the witnesses all my truth ... about her lies and everything else. This is the most that could be done in this situation and I left that wonderful organization with the decision to never again ....That program was soon closed.
    After a while I got a call  from that organization, they said that the mother of a 7-year-old boy with autism is looking for a person like me.
I did not call back
I did not believe the words of moms  any more.
After Michal, I never worked with children in their homes.