I always find the posts fascinating where people analyze how folks wandering the InterWebs find their blog. Like my friend over at Odd One Out, , with her somewhat unfortunate but benificent discussion of slug genitals, it’s hard to believe what gets people to this page.
Most voyages are fairly explicable. Many people ended up here searching the name of Ann DeWalt, my sweet little old lady who kicked the obnoxious Iraq vet in the kiester. ‘Peas and carrots,’ too is popular, though I’m not sure people have my post on children and disaster in mind when they look for it. “The real meaning of success,” too, as well as a multitude of varieties of “tattoo.”
The one today, though, really took me aback: “i’m a tss how do i deal with aspergers?”
Oh man. Some family is in serious trouble.
Having worked through several different agencies since we first got a diagnosis, I surely know that different agencies provide different levels of training for their staff. Our first didn’t have much. This latest one is more of a specialist agency in autism. But if new TSS are getting their training by a google search on the ‘Net? Whoo boy.
On the other hand, I have to admit, us moms and adult Aspie types are sharing a lot of information about what works and what doesn’t. Maybe that’s what a TSS needs to hear. Each of these kids is so different that training that’s a one size fits all may not cut it. I hope so anyway. I hope he or she found somethng that will help them help their assigned child.
I hope it’s not my kid’s TSS. Because I don’t have much more clue than that myself.