So, dear reader, for those who aren't up to speed, The Boy hasn't been in school since September, since his last special school said they couldn't meet his needs. In fact, he hasn't been full-time in school for over two years.
Last week he finally started an assessment at a new school. At the end of the week they were uncertain if they could offer a place, and wanted longer to assess him. Today they made their decision. And it's a Yes. Today is the best day in a long, long time.
After a few tense email exchanges with the Local Authority as the 5.30pm deadline loomed nearer, the funding is agreed and in place. The Boy starts full-time on Monday. It feels like one of the worst periods of our lives has come to an end. I have spent weeks, months, even years writing letters, making phone calls, sending reports, attending meetings to try and get him the help and support he needs. And finally, it might just be all over.
The new school is amazing. It has 18 pupils and 3 ponies. Oh, and a Wii, which is what swung it for The Boy. And it has staff who seem to really want to make a difference. And I know all this seems gushing, but The Boy is now 10, and I can't remember the last time anyone in a school setting said anything positive about him. In Assembly this morning he won two certificates for his behaviour and work this week. And those two photocopied certificates have taken their rightful place on the fridge door. And every time I go to make a cup of coffee I smile at them. They make things seem normal.
So, I can officially declare Dad's School closed. I hope it will never re-open its doors again. Between you and me, it was a shit school anyway. They didn't even give out certificates.
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.