Today we had an meeting with Tate’s team at school. They did a reevaluation based on his April diagnosis of Autism.
It was like a big pot of Alphabet Soup…we had an IEP meeting to discuss his eligibility changing from DD to ASD. The OT, SLP, SW, and S.E.C. (special education coordinator) were there. His teacher in the EC Kindergarten and the school psych were there, too. In addition to his current placement, we discussed next year (they recommend Instructional First Grade…aka self-contained), as well as ESY. He qualifies for that, too. Dang, sometimes I wish I had zero idea about what I just typed. However, after 3 years, I think we are becoming well-schooled in the topic of special education, therapy, and services.
Somewhat on topic….It kind of stings to read the IEP. There it is in black and white…all of our son’s deficits. All of his goals…many of which are things that come naturally to typically developing children. All of the needed verbal and visual prompts. All of the reiterations of how imperfect he is…at least in terms of typical development. The accommodations. Preferential seating. Special cusions. Extra time. “Special” bussing. (My kid is on the short bus. Thankfully they state it as “small bus.”) Harnesses. Sensory breaks. I know he will benefit from all of these, but still…
The one bright spot in the meeting….AND the part that made me cry, as we parents of children with Autism are wont to do at these things, is when Tate’s OT talked about the goals she has for him…but also stressed how.far.he.has.come. I could have hugged her. I did thank her. We see it..and it is just so great to hear others say it, too. Why? I don’t think I have to tell you, but, well, because it keeps the hope alive. The hope that one day Hubz and I will sit down and be able to watch our son live a productive, happy life.