DS has spent the last couple of days saying he wishes he was dead and that everyone hates him. Nothing will convince him otherwise (it'd be like telling him it's not dark at night in his mind this is fact)
Sorry for the essay but he's finally gone to bbed after a nightmare day. A simple trip to the corner shop turned into an "event" with ccomments from ijeet members of the public. HHe's shortly gonna get so it's impossible to make him leave the house.
The reality of not going back to his old school with his friends is sinking in and not in a good way. He's 6 and this is the 2nd time a school hasn't worked out.
What do I do? Called LEA - apparently they aren't doing sweet fa until his nine extension (Half term didn't count) is over. So a meeting will be held on Wednesday (I'm not invited) and they'll call me Thursday.
Cos I'm a cheeky mare I gave them the name of the private school I've found and told them that if a SUITABLE state school isn't found and soon I WILL expect them to pay for it. Daft woman had me telling her which borough schools have places.
Called Ed Pysch - oh the joys of voicemail. Been trying her ever since school fell apart 2 weeks ago.
Called Joint communication clinic cos the shrink is part of the team and they are due to see him on Thursday to tell me why they don't think he's ASD, (despite the fact his aasd dad thinks the apple hasn't fallen far!.) Voicemail.
We are heading into crisis - it's like watching a juggernaught crash in slow motion and there's no help at all! I've never been so glad to put a child to bed.
IIs there anyway I can FORCE someone with the right skills to help him NOW. He needs help NOW bbefore he spirals down further. I'm a lone parent and can only do so much, if he wwas an adult in this current mindset he'd be sectioned with a simple phone call. I'm being the same supportive calm Mum as always, and encouraging him all I can; but it's a plaster merely.
Sorry for the essay but he might overhear if I phone a friend to talk to.