*sigh* She was a little cracked around the edges anyway.
We pulled DD out of 9th grade at Easter last year after a critical downturn in her depression. We deschooled some, casually went through an American Poetry study, took it easy.She sees a therapist, but had been doing so well, we took her off her meds a couple of months ago. She was still dealing with some anxiety and not handling those episodes in the healthiest way, but it was a much smaller mountain to climb.
She said she only wanted to hs this year and go back to ps for her jr and sr years, so I took my plan from that. My plan is a thing of beauty. It's academically rigorous and covers a lot of ground, but it's not overly demanding or harsh.
We started back up full-time last week. Well, kind of. I gave her a brief list of assignments on Monday and told her she had all week to get them done. Come Friday, she hadn't done anything, so I went ballistic. As I said elsewhere, I went all shock-and-awe on her and our schedule went from "get it done however you like" to "sit your butt in the chair across from me every day until the work is finished." Not fun for anyone, but we were almost entirely caught up with last weeks work and well on our way to finishing this week's assignments.
Until yesterday when she dragged upstairs and asked if she could go back on her anti-depressants. One freaked out visit to our behavioural health center later, she'll be doing intensive out-patient therapy every day for the next couple of weeks.
After talking with her about school, she said the pressure started building the very first day when she got the list, then proceeded to talk herself into being too overwhelmed to even start it.
I'm going to have to talk with DH and let him know that if this child is going to cave under the slightest academic pressure, I'm going to need the next 3 yrs to get her through everything she needs to know, but I can't do it at the school's pace. We may need to be year-round relaxed schoolers to get it all done by summer of 2015. We can do it, but not with 'gotta get back to school' hanging over our heads.
*deeeeeeep breath* Ok. This is me, being flexible like the mom on The Incredibles.
SusanTheWriter ~ Wife, Mom, Author