It's DSs last day in mainstream today. This morning was so hard, he did not want to go.
We had to take the car despite only being a 5 minute walk, and even in the car he was saying how much he didn't want to go to school when we opened the door he took his shoes, socks and trousers off so there was a battle in the playground.
Apparently not all TAs were aware DS was still permitted to take snacks in which explains why a lot of the days last week he came home and none of his snacks had been touched. They did put out a bulletin saying absolutely zero food should be being brought in from home due to anaphylaxis allergies present in the school, so poor DS had a lot of days last week where he wasn't even offered a choice.
His new headteacher rang today to just make sure I had chosen the right days and times for his transition slots next week and I had a good chat with her about his access to food and she seems to be singing from the same hymn sheet as me. Every contact I've had with the new head has been nothing but extremely positive and she sounds so caring.
It's an emotional day because a lot of the staff really love my son, I will never forget how above and beyond many of his teachers and TAs have gone to support and advocate for him, and I just know in the playground I'm not going to be able to hold back the tears.
I really hope that his new school can just offer the level of support we had to fight for as a general baseline and we know it will be consistent every day.