A phone call last week was enough to tip me over the edge and unreasonably decide to withdraw from the parent council, and all after school activities. My piqué reached such ridiculously epic proportions, that I am seriously considering moving to a whole new local authority for my kids schooling since the shire seems to have a better reputation for helping kids with special needs than the city does. That is probably just a rumour.
The lead council officers who knew the real score of what happened when he was out of school for a year have left. You can read about it Part 1 and Part 2 if you have plenty of time. The powers to be acknowledged but refused to document the truth. Funny how they don’t put it in writing when they are in the wrong. With them away, there is only his ex Head Teacher from Part 2 with a grudge to give educational background to the new officers. We have no chance.
The damage schooling has done to my boy is incredible so far. Instead of just having a disability, he now has confidence and mental health issues on top of it all. Being rejected by two schools so far in his life and heading down the route of his third school is simply ridiculous.
His crime? To be affected by his birth mothers alcohol problem.
He needs 1:1 support when time is not structured. He cannot control his emotions or his feelings in a crowd, or where he can run free. Adrenalin from exercise affects his brain to such an extent that he is unreasonable and loses control. The lid doesn’t come down to cap off the manic edge. Medicine can only do so much, and with a 1:1 he is NEVER any problem as he can be guided and removed from any danger.
Getting a phone call from his current special school knocked me for six. Struggling with his behaviour at lunch times, he is under threat of short exclusions beginning. It’s a slippery road. They don’t have enough staff to be able to give him a 1:1 to see him through lunch times so I may be required to come and take him home for lunch every day.
Yes, I am being selfish as I want more out of life than to have to constantly run around after a child who should be getting his educational needs met by our local authority. I need more from life than just existing day-to-day in the way that so many parents of behaviourally challenged special needs children do.
It’s not my fault that they don’t have enough staff, and it’s not his fault they don’t have enough staff, yet it’s the two of us who suffer the consequences of education cuts every time. On school reports, there is a section that is ticked for if the parents have “been supportive” of the school plans. I guess if I don’t agree with them when it gets to the point they exclude, I’ll be classed as a bad parent with the tick box for being unsupportive.
It’s actually illegal to exclude for actions arising from a child’s disability, but local authorities always seem to have enough money to get rid of us. Perhaps Aberdeen is just a bad example of how to deal with disability, but I am sick to death of being either blamed or punished by the local authority for having the gall to adopt three children who need more support than the regular 2.4 child.
Middle boys only fault is that he doesn’t “look” disabled enough to get any sympathy. It’s all in the brain damage.
It looks like I may need to dig out my boxing gloves again. Who’s got a very big punch bag?