Luce NDs said:
Wild and odd or just owed to bemuse those allowing the pain of raising her to that stage? Cultivating juveniles is a chore ...
Grace has always been a tremendously talented writer. She has never been a willing public speaker.
These two facts collided when she wrote a very powerful essay for the D.A.R.E program at her school in grade six (I think it was grade 6). The police officer responsible for the program was blown away by the essay and very much wanted Grace to read it to the class. Which resulted in Grace declining and eventually collapsing into tears as both the officer and her teacher exhorted her to rise to the occasion. So distraught was she that she missed her bus home and became more distressed.
The poor police officer was so overwhelmed by it all that she offered Grace a ride home in the back of her cruiser.
That should have been the end of itl
But it wasn't.
I was home when there was a knock at the front door. I went to it and noticed the police officer standing there. I am no stranger to having the police on my doorstep for one reason or another. Robert's Bi-Polar facilitated quite a few meet and greets with local constabulary and at the moment Robert was in his room and quite calm so I had no clue why I was getting a visit on this day.
I opened the door and the officer begins to explain. Mid-way through the explanation I asked if there was a reason that Grace was still locked in the back of the cruiser. At that point all of the colour drained out of her face and she realized that this was more distress for my daughter to deal with. She very quickly went and let Grace out and was profusely apologetic to both of us.
I was torn between parental concern for my daughter and laughing at the officer's expense who by now is probably wondering how the Community Safety role could be so emotionally strenuous. I don't laugh at her directly but I do start to chuckle. I let her know that all is understood and all will be forgiven then I take a couple of moments to comfort my daughter who has the good grace to see the humour in what she put the officer through.
And, we knew that moving forward there was probably little chance that anybody was going to try and get her to speak publicly again.
Working on a Master's Degree in Critical Sociology doesn't care and part of the process is publicly presenting papers you have written and responding to questions about the material presented.
This was her first conference presenting and it was in TO without knowing and supporting family around to step in should things go off the rails.
When she dropped the bombshell on us we all thought about the police escort home. I was the only one who said anything about it publicly (not a surprise in our family context). She shared on social media that she had made the presentation without crying claiming that was an improvement. I pointed out that she didn't get returned home in the back of a police cruiser, another improvement. I'm pretty sure non family friends with no awareness of the event failed to comprehend the significance of either comment.