@Gala,
I think I am near doing what some of my colleagues have done in the same circumstances, and say I can be of little help if they will not access the resources I have already given.
So far, when management have forgotten, I have been polite and patient.
The first management team who forgot have been reliable generally, and been prepared to work as a team.
The second one was this same principal who I found gobsmacking today.
He had the temerity to be annoyed today because some people thought we were meeting at 9.00, and the other half of us had 9.30.
This is the man who was supposed to organise a number of things for the last meeting, did not, and wasn't there for the meeting he had arranged himself. The primary principal had to scramble and go and relieve the teacher herself.
This is a "nice" school which doesn't really want these kids, and hasn't had much experience with this degree of trauma and behavioural dramas.
However, they have them....and kids like this aren't going to go away.
Normally, I am patient and understanding and don't get into this sort of silly rage.
This time, I felt like a blithering incompetent idiot when they made their impossible demand, so I am venting and being ridiculous and primitively defensively furious.
Sometimes it just has to come out!!! I'm a frail, grumpy, anxious little human and sometimes I just get overwhelmed and need to squawk!
And the rest of the day was a bloody nightmare as I was on duty and received 10 possible new referrals for my particular service.
And there is only one of me, and I can't handle what I am already doing, but I will have to be involved in working out a reasonable response to these 10 kids
I understand the dynamics and all, and I will behave reasonably again and do my best and try to be to them what I want them to be to the kid.
I won't be able to do what they want, but that is life. A key education department person was missing today, whose job it is to assist with a bunch of the things they were asking of me, so it was especially bad.
And my gobsmackedness didn't help, because it interfered with my thinking.
But sometimes I just need to open the window and scream:
"I'm just not going to take it any more!!!!!!"