April 3, 2019-
I began the work day ready to help keep our charges occupied, and relatively productive, as ever. I ended the day, back in retirement mode- at least until I can get another position. I chose to leave, after a brief pitch for me to take a position for which I am even less-suited than the one I have left behind. I declined the offer, and the end game was set.
For all the platitudes that my co-workers and I have received, over the past two years, regarding loving and working with autistic children, there are people watching who do not have the best interests of those children in mind. They are the ones who call the Governing Board, Human Resources-and the hapless school administrators. I know this, because I once took the calls that my former boss has been getting. I know this, because I heard the veiled threats and “you don’t know who you’re dealing with”- from individuals like the person who has been threatening me, personally, with the loss of my job, since last October. I know this, because for refusing to take the earlier threats seriously, I was relieved of my position as Principal, in 1999, twenty years ago, this month.
So, it behooves my former supervisors to protect themselves. Follow due process, but do not fall on your swords for others. You are doing excellent work and deserve to remain in your leadership roles. I will make my way, just fine, and being of “retirement age”, no one can come out of the woodwork, on the other side of the equation, and blast me for “not delivering”, as has happened a few times during my checkered career. I will find work to tide me over until I hit 70, and, no, I will not heed the threats from last Fall.
My former co-workers remain like family and have already been in touch, wishing the best-as I do for them.