It seems right that I should post about Peter’s GCSE results, having made such a tremendous fuss for so many years about his and William’s schooling. Was it worth it? DiD it work? The answer has to be a resounding ‘Yes’. All summer I felt reasonably secure that it would be OK. Peter had moved on and was hugely enjoying being on holiday, not the least bit worried until the day before results day. None of us were prepared for what he got – his results included a few As, some Bs and a couple of Cs, including English and Maths. to say we are hugely proud is an understatement, I still feel dazed.
Peter now has his sixth form place secure. he easily achieved the required grades and knows he is just as good as anyone else in his intake.
I probably won’t post much from now on. I have made my point. Somehow you just have to get the help for your special needs child to help them achieve their educational goals – in Peter’s case GCSEs and a place at sixth form college. We continue to fight the good fight for William as he begins his GCSE courses and I know he has the specific help in place to achieve his goals.
We can’t know the future but we know we have done our best for our boys. Peter was predicted D’s at GCSE when the administered the ‘baseline assessment’ in reception class. It was barbaric to be told that about our four year old, thank god we refused to believe it.
If you have a child with SEN and you don’t think their needs are being met, You know what to do. The Guerrilla Mum method has worked for us.
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I haven’t blogged for quite a long while. With two boys with special needs at home, requiring help and support to access the curriculum at school, it is fair to say that we took a decision to put all our energies into helping them achieve their aims at school, and to achieve their dreams in their out of school lives. So blogging has I am afraid gone by the by. However, today I am hit by the knowledge that Monday will be the date of William’s last GCSE exam and he will wear his school uniform for the last time. It marks the end of fourteen years of planning, plotting, fighting, hoping and praying for him to reach this time happy and with some qualifications and with options to go on to A levels. The signs are very positive that he will have passed his exams. He has worked hard, and knows where he wants to go – he will start sixth form in September. I am still anxious for the future as I look at the way the government says it would like to develop education. I know that this is not the end of the road. I know that both of my children have a way to go in overcoming the obstacles that will be placed in their way by their disabilities, but I am struck dumb by their tenacity and will to work hard and to succeed.