kayd1966 said:
you are reminding me to keep a very close eye on my son...thankfully he's only 4 and there isn't too much water under the bridge.
Do you mind me asking how old you are?
I've found that some teachers do not like parents who aer educated in their child's diagnoses or needs...something I'm running into now...I'm trying to be as educated as possible about my son...some like and some make it very clear that I'm not looking at things clearly because I don't have their level of education...I just keep reminding myself that I am getting a degree in 'James'

not some other school subject.
As a mom with a child with Pervasive Development Disorder (PDD) do not ever feel like they know better. They dont. You are the only one who will be the one to advocate for your child. You know him best.
I have been very fortunate in that my sons school I have felt, until last year, was on his side. His TA in elementary school was fantasic and ended up being his "mom away from mom". When he moved to middle school, she transferred her knowledge to his new aide and the new aide promptly threw it all away because she knew best. Consequently, everything went downhill from there. It wasnt until the PPT that they called the old teacher back and she told them what works and doesnt with him. They decided they didnt have the capacity for the services he needed and transferred him to a "special school". Well, they hired a specialist to "review" my son and recommend a course of action. Little did we know that this "specialist" used to be the head of the school she recommended. Big mistake looking back.
The school did not know how to hand a child on the spectrum and specialized in children with "behavior" problems. They also took kids who were displaced from their own schools while they were patients at the rehab which was also part of the facility. He ended up being the youngest student there at age 11. The rest of the kids were in high school. Big trouble.
My son learned more in the few months he was there...and it wasnt what we wanted him to learn. His vocabulary increased, but all with swear words. He came home being bullied. When I called one day to speak to the teacher about something at school and inquired how he was doing, they informed me he has been in the library for every class except two for weeks. But he would come into the classroom between periods to get the assignment. When I asked why, they said they never asked. I went ballistic. You have a child who has a sudden behavior change and you dont ask? He obviously wasnt attempting to skip the work because he would come in between to get it so he wouldnt fall behind. It never occured to her to ask what was behind him not wanting to go into class?
After he got home, I asked him what was going on. He was getting bullied by one of the high school kids who was in that classroom. He didnt want to go into the class because he was afraid of him. That was a Thursday. By Monday, he was in a new school.
The new school is a school which is specifically for kids on the autism spectrum. He loves it! He gets straight A's and is really coming out of his shell. The teachers listen and know exactly what is going on with him. He is now getting therapy for motor skills and speech. He has opportunities that he never had before with the new school and is thriving.
You know your kids. It was a huge flag when he wouldnt go into class, but was coming to get his work. Actually, it wasnt only a mother that could have spotted that. Anyone who was paying attention would have. There were only 25 kids in the entire school, how they could have missed it amazes me. For $10,000 a year, they should have been more attentive.
I am the only advocate I can trust for my child. I know what works, what doesnt work and can decide if services offered are best for my child or not. This opened my eyes. The experts arent always the experts. Sometimes, they just want to get to the end of the day and collect their paycheck with as minimal work as possible.
So now when I come across a teacher who doesnt like me because I am more educated on my childs condition. I say tough poopers! He is my responsibility. I better darn well know what is going on with him better than you do.