Those who have been following this blog from day dot will know how hard its been and may remember a post I was preparing back in late 2010?
It was in actual fact an interview as opposed to a post.
The person being interviewed would be my very own Little man (aka a boy with aspergers)
Yet things got messy and things were not far to uncertain in little man’s life. I was confused! Can you just imagine how he felt!
I made a claim to the tribunal on the grounds of discrimination against Little man’s old mainstream primary who were now teaching him in isolation, hiding him from ’0fsted’ inspectors, excluding him daily, which they did once or twice on an unofficial basis! This soon stopped as I set about learning the Ins and outs of educational law.
Little man was never able to mix with his peers, he missed one school trip after another, till he snapped and began throwing his whole body into brick walls, scratching his arms till they bleed and whacking his head against the wall!
He even sat in a room alone as his peers enjoyed Christmas Carols in assembly.
Final straw was well and truly pulled and I withdrew and become his mum and his teacher for a few months. He then got a home tuition programme on the grounds there were medical reasons.
We were now fighting for an assessment, then a statement. We got both, but the statement wasn’t worth the paper it was written on. Only a few months back did we receive his now final statement with everything in it (OT and SALT)
best of all his attending an independent special school for children with Autism and Aspergers.
We withdrew the discrimination at the last-minute settling outer the tribunal. We now have the apology letter for the heartache caused. It’s not going to repair things but it’s something and little man can look at that one day when he needs to as he often blames himself.
I was also taken to court for Non school attendance, what a disgrace I know! At least I didn’t go to prison, though it was possible.
Now life is better, I look at that mess and think about how stressed and unhappy we were as a family! That’s why I think now would be a great time to got that bit further and let Little man do a bit of the talking for a change, hopefully building up some confidence along the way.
We don’t have a magical tale to tell, just some pretty normal random stuff and a bit about the issues above. All the same we really hope you enjoy reading…
It’s 4 pm Little man returns from his day at school via his transport/taxi. He doesn’t ran off to his room like he always did in the past, things were different somehow now!
He came and sat with me and he spontaneously begins telling me about his day. He received ten thumbs up the highest achievement one could get! I was chuffed and he was just as happy, I could tell by the big fat grin spread across his chops.
Mum: So, Little Man do you fancy being interviewed
LM (Little man) Being What?
LM: Like on the news mum?
We’ve both done reports with the BBC news and ITN as well as local papers and radio.
I can’t blame him for thinking it!
I explained what I wanted to do in terms of sharing it with readers from the blog. He looked at me like a weird crazy chick.
Mum: If I interview you the readers will hear your own voice instead of your mums!
LM: How, if its written?
Yep he has a literal understanding to which I try my best to avoid them little sayings but they sometimes slip of the tongue.
LM: What do you mean they want to hear my voice instead of my mums! You are my mum!
Yep, I’d hit him with a double dose of confusion!
Mum: Oh,You know what I mean (as soon as I said it I thought what a stupid thing to say).
LM: Umm Nooooo
A little bit more prep and we were back on track (though I avoided making that statement out loud)!
Ready steady go…..
Mum: Hi there, what’s your name and how old are you?
A burst of laughter filled the air!
LM: You know my name mum stop asking me stuff you know.
Mum: It’s not for me, it’s for our readers, come on let’s do it!
LM: Do What?
Mum: The blog… Do the interview!
LM: Oh… *giggles* I know now! My name is G and I am 10 years old!
Mum: *cough-cough, How old?
LM: Oh, Oh, I’m 11 actually I had a birthday on Saturday.
Mum: Sign you’re getting old.
LM: I’m just 11 years old, your very old…
Mum: So you have something called Asperger’s syndrome can you tell us a little bit about it if you don’t mind?
LM: I can, Aspergers is a very, very clever thing, But I didn’t used to think this. Some geniuses have Aspergers.
Mum: What… Ginger’s?
LM: Nooooo Genius
Mum: are you a genius?
LM: No! Well actually I’m a genius on buses numbers I think!
We then get stuck in his favourite game for a further 10 minutes. I have to shout out random bus number and he states their destinations.
LM: Mum, I really Like the lady’s voice who announces your destination on the bus! Is she a computer?
Mum: Umm yes, I think so!
LM: Mum is she foreign?
Mum: What, why?
LM: I just need to know!
He continues mimicking her voice in a monotone type of way!
Redirection was needed, Buses could kill this interview!
Mum: What School do you go?
LM: xxxxx school for autism
Mum: Where did you go before?
LM: With my tutor!
He looks sad as he misses him dearly. The tutor taught him on a one to one basis at the library for 5hrs per day during the week as no school would take him (apart from his current one who the LEA first refused). He was with his tutor at least 6 months.
Mum: What school did you go to before that?
LM: A horrible one!!
LM: Why wasn’t I allowed to play or be with other children. The head told me I was rough and made me miss all trips at last-minute. He made me angry, he didn’t like me.
LM: Mum, I don’t understand why I was never allowed in classroom when I was good? Is it because I have Aspergers so I’m not the same?
Mum: No you’re not the same your better!
LM: Mum tell the readers about the day he called us at home and wouldn’t let me on the coach!
I said two words and he cried… It still hurts, So we skip it.
Mum: What’s the best thing about your new school?
Mum: Time… I don’t understand.
LM: You are not told you have 10 minutes or 20 minutes no one rushes you and makes you feel worried about doing work. That’s the best bit!
Mum: That’s good babe, anything else?
LM: The children some are like me. They don’t pretend to like me I think they do.
I’m rubbing a tear a happy one of course.
Mum: Whats the best lesson?
LM: PHSE… No, no actually Social skills!
Mum: What’s that then?
LM: Faces and stuff…
LM: Yes, faces and feelings and the way faces look!
Mum: Oh… I see.
LM: We can’t do science in special lab yet.
Mum: Maybe soon?
LM: Yes, maybe!
Mum: What are you good at?
LM: Maths… you know that mum because I’m better then you!
No, his not joking… He is!
Mum: What lesson are you not so good at?
LM: Handwriting, I don’t like it as it hurts my fingers.
Mum: What else don’t you like?
LM: A knife and fork scrapping on the plates like Alice does!
He pulls a funny face and wiggles
LM: It makes me fuzzy mum!
Mum: So, What do you really love like?
LM: Lots… I like buses best ever, then trains & tube and black taxies.
Mum: Anything else?
LM: The word international and music, I like Bruno Mars.
Then his gone…
Mum: “Where you going” I shout!
To which he replies…
“We are finished mum”
Charming, so, bloody charming indeed!