Special. This one word has been swimming in my mind lately – in and out of focus, but always there. Sometimes when it surfaces, my heart jumps with optimism. Other times it makes me stop in fear. “Special” can mean different things in different contexts.
Our guy is suffering in mainstream secondary school this year. No, he is not having the horrible kind of exclusion and belittling, uncaring experiences too many kids with FASD have at schools that don’t cooperate or engage with kids who have complex profiles. On the contrary, our son has very able and willing teams of people trying their best to integrate him into mainstream education. This is after all the law.
And yet, his chances of success have been crushed by massive far-reaching radical changes in national policy. Here in the UK changes to national standardized tests – called GCSEs – are making it…
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