Right, here I go.
Yesterday morning assessment.
Yesterday Afternoon School Trip
Yesterday School Pick up, massive meltdown both in playground and in school hall.
Today Really terrible school run. I had sent my 7yo DD1 up ahead, a friend past me in the opposite direction and saw how badly things were going and volunteered to take baby DD3 in her pram (with my door keys and phone on it) I thrust the pram at her.
Dragged DS kicking and shouting into school hall. One office member took DD2 into nursery and another office member went to get someone to take DS off the sofa to his classroom.
Went to find friend and DD3 in her pram and just cried a lot, very upset in the morning school run. Friend took me out shopping.
Senco rang me in the middle of shopping and told me the following.
- Assesor saw nothing, he is a normal boy
- Accessment took place watching DS with the teacher in a small group. I.e. the time he performs best and masks perfectly. No time in the playgound as I requested.
- Repeated about parenting course.
- Tells me the behavioural lady will be arranging home visit to 'sort out my problems' So not even looking at school then :(
I was a bit rude. I pointed out that of course the assessor saw nothing in a school classroom, as the Senco can't see anything either.
Senco said there was nothing to see.
I said that on average children like my DS get a dx around 11 years old, so I was fully expecting to wait that long until his difficulties become clearer
No response to that bit.
She finished that saying they are going to give DS an IEP for the transition to Year Two.
Well, I have no idea what an IEP is yet to google, but even a blind bat would notice the massive breakdowns he has in response to change...so normal for a 6 year old 
School pick up my normal kid come out ten minutes after all the other children, with the teacher. He is dragging his bags and crying. Teacher is telling him not to be silly and he hasn't lost Golden time. He looks at the sky, floor . She tells him to look at her. He puts his jumper over his eyes. She repeats that he isn't losing golden time.
He is crying, I hate school. (He finally told the teacher !)
Teachers replies no, you don't (Well, just deny his feelings, why don't you)
I took over and hugged him, these people, do not deserve my DS, he is too good for them.
Fuckers !
So I cried another river, his evening I went down to bother the local charity people and the woman running it, said she was surprised in the outcome, as it was very clear he had ASD traits. Not that DS was with me. He refused, ringing and threw off his shoes, so I went on my own, just for support.
I could of kissed her, the first person that saw anything beyond me. She did repeat that she can't dx anyone etc etc.
So I am now, pissed off and have a lovely
and daydreaming about feeding the bloody dx I WILL get one day to the bloody Senco....but of course I won't really do that.
Onwards and upwards. Must remember to buy lovely friend a crate of wine, she deserves it after looking after me today.