I’ve been reading all your posts and reflecting on our own experience. I said earlier that I was able to work throughout my ASD/PDA child’s childhood because of significant family support, but actually when I look back (he is 20 now), that is too simplistic a description of what happened. There were tremendous ups and downs, periods when I was between jobs and a year when I was off work due to a breakdown. DS out of placement, or in schools that couldn’t meet his needs.
The struggle to find a school to meet my DS’s needs never really ended. That was the main stressor. It just didn’t seem to exist, and the placements he had that did work OK for a while broke down eventually.
-He was excluded from reception in mainstream (got his diagnosis and Statement as it was then at the very end of his reception year.) That was after a year when I was on maternity leave for my younger child and it was hellish. I constantly had to go and pick him up because they couldn’t manage his behaviour, and I was in the midst of a fight to get him diagnosed with appointments and therapies and then battling the LA for a Statement.
Year 1 & 2 he was in an autism provision in a mainstream school . First year was amazing, and I was able to work full time and do a Masters on top. Second year all the staff changed and it was a shitshow. He was excluded from LA transport for his behaviour and then effectively being locked in a room all day, so I withdraw him and dropped to part-time work again.
Y3.4,5 he was in a different autism provision which was pretty good and I worked full time.
Y6 when they started doing secondary school transfer events DS couldn’t cope and started refusing school. Was out of school Y6 & 7. I worked 30 hours a week term time only in Y6, with a VERY understanding employer who gave me days off and flexible hours to meet DS!s needs. DH was at home with DS trying to run a business and it was brutal.Y7 I had a complete breakdown and was out of work for a year.It was a hideous, scary time.
Y 8 & 9 he was in residential school. The fight to get this funded, the time and stress involved in visiting schools and finding him a place - a whole other story of horror. When he settled at this school, I was able to work full time and got a management role.
Y10 his school was closed by Ofsted for safeguarding issues. Traumatic all round and again, another horrific story that would need its own thread (about how some special schools take millions of pounds in LA funding and use it to gamble on financial markets rather than meet the needs of SEND children). He was home for Y10 and deeply depressed. I worked full time but was permanently stressed and exhausted.
Y11 he started another residential school but lasted one term before we brought him home again as it wasn’t meeting his needs.
He did the rest of Y11 with a special school in a different area of London - very part-time, some online. It was a joke really.
Covid hit for sixth form and he did some online stuff with the same provider, but it petered out eventually.
When I look back the whole thing was nuts. I can’t believe any of us came through it reasonably intact.
I totally understand why some choose to home school. For us, I don’t think it would have had a better outcome for DS and me and DH would’ve probably gone mad and split up.
My career ramped up post Covid lockdowns and DS no longer having to be in full time education, though. . I got rapidly promoted three times and seem to have some sort of decent career after all the shit. DS has just finished a supported internship, something I never thought he’d be able to do. So not all doom and gloom.
But my GOD, there has to be a better, easier way.