The title above isn’t all encompassing; these things have to be viewed on a case by case, or more appropriately, child by child basis. But I have to tell you how changing our Sons School, does appear to have absolutely changed not just his, but “our” lives. Granted its early days, but we are almost at the end of the first half of this term, and I’m “just” about” prepared to take a sigh of relief, swiftly followed by a Valium….
We moved our little box of complications from his existing school where he had spent 3 fairly unproductive and not altogether happy years, to a much smaller school, with only 36 children. The School had been widely recommended and we had friends whose children go, and who couldn’t praise it highly enough. Naturally I still Googled it to death, the Hubby and I did several visits before taking our Son, and even then I still walked around the garden at midnight pacing whist mumbling: “Oh Crap what if it’s worse than where he his (not possible!)”
But the results to date are, well nothing short of extraordinary.
He is more loving, tactile, happy, has more energy as he is not expending all he has in his little body to get through the trauma that was his school day. He has taken leaps and bounds in a very small amount of time. He sings to himself, he laughs more, he speaks to us more, and for the first time since he was a baby we have managed to eat out! Not at some Celebrity Chef Joint granted, I don’t think they do “everything with ketchup”, but at a small local garden centre. This is a first, and unless you have a child with ASD it will be hard to understand how such a small, apparently unimportant event can bring a lump to your throat.
For “Our” child the case for changing schools was solid. I have the living, breathing, albeit highly manic proof of it. In fact it comes bouncing through the door each day and then continues to bounce off the walls until bedtime, frankly its killing us!
Of course on the tails of this deep undivided joy are the self-recriminations of “Oh God why didn’t we do this sooner?!” – cue more parental guilt. But honestly we all do the best we can, and sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn’t. I have decided it’s best to try and always look forward, rather than look back at the bad times. It’s also tempting to become bitter at the previous school and those involved, or rather NOT involved in getting our Son help. I have considered getting the voodoo dolls out and finding some particularly sharp pins, and boiling wax, and,….oh well its best I stop really, nobody really wants to know how many Hex spells I know. (Just for reference it’s “A Lot!”) But the point is, regret, revenge, and guilt will only get you so far, mostly it gets to me to the Ben & Jerrys, and my hips are still refusing to speak to me after the last 7 pots I ate.
Every step is a step forward, every success is another high, and every time he does well it’s a smug “Up Yours!” to those who just rolled their eyes. Its beating the same old drum, but it’s the drum all parents beat, you just want your child to be happy, and ours, well, he is!!
The system for ASD children, although always evolving and getting better in many ways, does not currently support these kids to the required level. Either from the Medical side or the Educational side. This isn’t just me bitching on my soap box, although granted we all know that’s a spot I enjoy. I hear from many MANY other parents of kids with SEN that unless you can navigate the system, read the jargon for what it is, and are prepared to have many doors shut in your face, well frankly your child isn’t going to receive the care and attention they need, and more importantly are entitled to.
We have been fortunate to have Private Health Care, but they stopped paying our frankly scary bills over 2 years ago now, to give you a rough idea the last bill we had from our Pediatrician was at £380 per hour, nuff said! The Educational Psychologist who works with our Son, and is genuinely lovely asked his previous school to refer him to the NHS for a Pediatrician, and a speech and language therapist, (SALT) about 8 weeks later we received a letter saying, “there was seen to be no requirement at this time”. Hmmm, well that’s interesting given that he is formally diagnosed with ASD, and this diagnosis was made by a full time NHS Pediatric Consultant? Ahhhh but we paid him privately. Well send us to Jail without Dinner! Granted I’m speculating, but tell me what other reasons could be offered? The fact we pay for a private Team to care for our son does not mean we are not entitled to NHS help? Does it?
One phone call (ok maybe it was 10) and I spoke with the Clinical Lead for SALT in our County, we now have a Senior SALT coming to do a school visit to observe the little dude, we also have what is called a “Care Navigator” (if you don’t have on of these, get one, they are invaluable) who will help us through the minefield that is the health care system in this country, particularly if your issue is ASD. The Care Navigator also sorted a referral to the Children and Adolescent Mental Health Services (CAMHS). All those I have spoken to have been incredibly compassionate and helpful, and keen to observe our Son to see if they can help. Given the strong existing relationships we have with our private SALT and Occupational Therapist (OT) we are likely to keep them on board as well, but to take the next step with our child, which is potentially the Statement process then we need the NHS Folks.
But the “System” should not be as complex as it is; parents are already scared stiff when they hear they have a child with SEN, a simpler route to access the right people must be possible surely? Unless you are an “extremely” proactive parent, who is prepared to fight, and fight hard, then you are going to struggle. I naturally lean (run screaming and brandishing a large fork) towards pushing for what I want, but not everyone does, and it shouldn’t be part of the process.
But back to the new School (she says with such glee!). A new school is a challenge for any child, its scary doing new stuff when your 7. ASD just adds a few extra dimensions, but it has been so SO worth it. The change in our son is fundamental, it’s only now that I see how truly unhappy he has been and that pains me as it would any mum, but as I’ve said, it’s about looking forward not back. (For reference I don’t practice what I preach, I’ve had my head in that Ben & Jerrys for WEEKS!).
We see him laugh with his friends, we see him rush in the door with a new book to read because he finished the last one, we see him come home and say his teacher has said how proud she is of him. We see his Teacher look at him with insight, compassion, and a true desire to see him succeed, rather than looking at him as a “problem” child.
I see my Son write with pleasure rather than tears in his eyes, I see him learn spellings whilst laughing, rather than sat with his head in his hands, sobbing. I see him excited to go to Film club, and most importantly of all, I see him sleep, peacefully.
He understands now what school “Can” be like, and he loves it. The days of picking him up from school, coming home for him to bury himself in his ipad and effectively not speak to anyone, those days are gone, (fingers and toes all crossed) because he’s not terrified anymore. The World has become a better place simply through moving him to a different environment, one that he can cope with and his brain can make sense of.
There are no words for me to explain the difference this school has made, and I know it will always be a roller-coaster, there will always be good days and bad days, but he is supported, cared for, and treated with respect. His Teacher is one of the most insightful individuals I have ever had the privilege to meet, and I would think all the children that are in her classes are better for having met her
He is also “incredibly bright” and you know this is when my desire for retribution and revenge ( I know I know, but I’m only human!) will be fulfilled, because he’s going to be amazing:) He’s going to be so so SO good at what he does, granted it will be a specific field, he won’t be an all-rounder, but that child that was written off for all intents and purposes, he’s going to make his mark in the world, and when he does? Well, lets just say that that is Karma enough for all the doubters and naysayers who put him through unnecessary strain, and who turned their backs on us as a family. That’s all the “revenge” I need. Success and Happiness are the biggest “Up Yours” I can think of, well OK there are a few others I can think of but I’m trying to cut back on that type of thing…
Change your school change your child – research it, check it out, be careful, talk talk talk! to the teachers, look at the school when its open and closed, talk to other parents, break in at night ….oh, right well, perhaps not that but you see my point.
Do it!, if it’s the right decision for your child the difference is inexplicable.
Then don’t beat yourself up for not doing it sooner, I NEVER did that. noooo no no, not me, I’m totally cool with it all….
On an entirely separate note; funny thing happened to me this week…..I had to drop a parcel into the corner shop, one of those “Click & Collect” jobs. Which you would think would be easy right? Well, last week I took a parcel in and thought the man behind the counter had either a serious coke habit or was hitting on me, turned out I just had red lipstick all over my teeth and he was frantically trying to let me know. “This” week I had to go back with another parcel, was feeling a bit self-conscious so decided to be very blasé about the whole thing, he’s a professional, we all get lippy on our teeth sometimes it’s no big deal, just act natural! So I strolled in, went up the counter, smiled and came out with the memorable line: “No lipstick on my teeth this week!, but I forgot to put my knickers on”……….at this point the voice in my head is desperately trying to claw its way to safety but after an Epic Fail of these proportions there really is nowhere to hide. We’re going to have to sell the house and move; ….. to New Zealand.