The Pain of Parenting

I had a meeting two weeks ago with the school psychologist regarding all of the testing that Eric has done for entrance into Kindergarten. We went over all of the results and, like all evaluation-type meetings, it was nearly two hours of the things that are wrong with my child.

At the end of the meeting, I asked what their recommendation would be for next school year--our home school or the elementary school that is farther away that has the autism classroom. They recommended the autism classroom. And I started to cry. Not because I felt like they were ganging up on me or that they were trying to put Eric somewhere he doesn't belong, but because the truth hurts and he does belong there. I want to believe that Eric is perfect. That I will wake up one day and this will all have gone away, the truth is this is my life. Our life.

After discussing why this is what they recommended--he needs more one-to-one support, the learning support classroom in our home school is quite the revolving door and has A LOT going on at any given point during the day and Eric would get lost, that in the autism classroom he would still have the opportunity to interact with regular peers because the district is big on inclusion (plus, it's the law), etc. They made valid point after valid point and I simply could not argue. When it's just one person and Eric he is usually on--looking at you, answering questions, sharing the knowledge that he has, interacting and being playful. When you add more than that (unless it's just the four of us in our immediate family), Eric gets lost. He sucks on his finger and does his own thing. It's hard to interact with him. It's hard for him to focus. This classroom would give him the environment that he needs. Not to mention that the teacher strongly believes in applied behavior analysis (what we do all the time), but because she has over 20 years of experience with kids on the spectrum.

When Rob and I finally sat down to discuss everything that night, we were both beaten and shaken by it. Little by little these kinds of things chip away at the dream we have for Eric. Rob made the most valid point. The last two years Eric has been in a typical preschool with a TSS. Last year he had an awesome TSS and a horrible teacher. This year he has a great teacher and a terrible TSS. What we have been doing simply isn't working and now is the time to take another avenue.

Long story short, and after running away to Baltimore for a few days just to get away from here, I called the school psychologist and told her that we were choosing the autism classroom and that we could go ahead and schedule the IEP meeting--no need to meet with both principals and teachers to further discuss his placement.

After all the anguish over all of this, I am finally feel a small sense of relief. It's the not-knowing that always drives me insane.