AtTAC

The moment fast approaches us of the next TAC (Team Around The Child) meeting at The Boy's current school.

It's been wonderfully useless in establishing anything of any use or worth.  It has consistently fallen short of the lowest of expectations.  It has been a them against us situation throughout. It has been tiring and exhausting.  It has raised more accusations and doubts regarding my parenting skills than any of my own self doubt and low self worth ever has.

It has been shockingly inappropriate.  It has ignored the suggestions of autism professionals.  It has not been worth the time of day.

Tomorrow, at 12.30, will be what I hope will be our last TAC at The Boy's current primary school.

Hopefully, he will achieve the statement I will be applying for for him, and he will find an alternative school.

I will say this; the fight will not be over then, not at his new school nor at his old.  I refuse to sit back, make my complaint and scuttle away.

The treatment he has received will never happen to another child at that school, and thus we will fight on, regardless that he will no longer be attending the school.

Because, and I state this categorically, once you start treating one child badly, it doesn't stop there, and if being part of the Disabled Mum crew has taught me nothing more, it is that we all stick together.