It had to get this bad for me to act with strength and determination...he was in an acute state on Friday night, the only phrase I know to describe it. He was rushing round the house pulling plastic bags over his head, and so I was following him at the speed of light using my thumbs to break open the plastic and make sure he didn't lock himself in the bathroom where I couldn't get to him quickly.
I held his hands, sitting beside him and said very clearly that I loved him and DS1 more than anyone else, more than Daddy, more than mil. If he needed to be home educated then I would do it, for him.
He seemed calmer, so I left him and DS1 to get the EO card that children can show when they are out in public. I showed it to him and said this is for you. I explained that all I had to do was write a letter to deregister him.
A bit later we were in the kitchen and he came up to me and gave me a big wraparound hug
The conversation I had with my husband the next morning when he came back from China was firm and non negotiable. Amongst other things I said that maybe one day he'd be grateful to have me willing to 'kick shit' on his behalf. That told him.
It feels wierd being tough, but so good to see DS2 start to climb around the aga again, be cheeky and funny, stop complaining about a single health problem.
I went up to school an hour ago with the letter. The head came out and I could feel myself getting scared of him, he said have we upset you as I said I'm going home now.
Thanks everyone.