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Do as I say…

..not as I do! I was very amused, and slightly proud, to hear my son (13) in the back of the car, coming back from swimming, giving his little friend (8) a serious lecture on the importance of SATS and GCSEs and how they can affect your future life. I think I’ll quote him back to himself next time he is reluctant to do his homework…

Sentimental journey

We went back today for a visit (without son) to the child and adolescent mental health unit our son was in for the last academic year; they had a visitor from the Children’s Commission and wanted her to meet present and past parents. It was strange to be back at the place that had so dominated our lives until recently – and nice, too, to sink back into the level of listening and support we got there, and which we miss now. We felt very welcomed.

However the journey and the spending of a couple of hours there talking about our son’s needs, was totally exhausting, and I went straight to bed for a snooze when we got back. How did we do this every Monday for nine months – and with a kid and suitcase in tow? I asked this of The Grouch, and he very sensibly said ‘Because we had to’. Extraordinary how one adapts to necessity.

I’m glad son isn’t there any more, though it did him a great deal of good, but it does also feel as though we’re on our own again now, with various problems unsolved (like whether we can and/or should get a specialist school for him). He is surviving fine in mainstream with full time support, but we can no longer trust the school to keep giving him that support, and the strain on him does show when he gets home. And as well as adapting to his Asperger’s Syndrome, we have to consider what will best bring out and challenge his undoubtedly high intelligence. ‘Special needs’ does not always mean ‘low attainment’!

Forgetting one’s head

Had to go to son’s school today to get an update on how he is doing back in mainstream (he has been out of school for a year getting help with his special needs which are social rather than intellectual). Everything seems to be going unexpectedly well – which doesn’t give us evidence for our tribunal appeal to get him into a specialist school, but OTOH if he copes in mainstream, perhaps the appeal won’t be needed. The only problem is, the school has mislaid the laptop which he was given by a charity – how I wish I’d taken it home after all when it was first given. He really needs it because even he can’t read his handwriting, resulting in homework not getting done because he can no longer read the notes he made on what the homework was!

No sooner had I got home and started work than the school called to say he was very cold, having gone out on this bright but crisp autumn day in only a T-shirt (I was still asleep when he left, leaving school preparation to The Grouch, or I would have protested). Also he was not very focussed, and I had indeed found that his Ritalin tablet was put out but not taken. So I had to rush back to the school two sweatshirts and his tablet bottle, driving this time because I couldn’t face the walk again, and thus polluting the atmosphere quite unnecessarily. If only they’d noticed all this while I was still at the school the first time. And I *still* forgot to take the Tesco vouchers I have been hoarding…