My gorgeous boy is 6, he has a general developmental delay, after being for two years in mainstream it became clear that we were fooling ourselves in thinking that mainstream would work out.
We realised that special school would be right for him, for his development, social integration, we celebrated when the statement mentioned the special school we wanted. And yet.... When I took him this week for his first day, I felt so awkward, like this was a point of no return, an acknowledgment that whatever help we give him, he will just never catch up, I never thought I'd feel this way. I was so used to taking him to a class full of able children and for him to be the odd one out, taking him to a class where some children are less able than him was, I don't even know what word to use... strange, painful.
I am crying here. I keep thinking I've come to terms with his injury, and then something happens that makes me feel is way.
Why is it so painful