ASD

where i am right now

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It occurred to me over the weekend, that sometimes the pieces all suddenly begin to come together, and everything that you’ve been through – all the battles, the highs, the lows, the sleepless nights, the reading, the advocating, the tears and everything else – has led you all to where you are right now.

I have taught for the last 21 years – in fact it must be 21 years this month since I started teaching for just one morning a week alongside the last term of my undergrad degree. When I started, I had the vocational experience needed to teach at FE level, but I had no teaching skills. In all honesty, in that first term, I winged it. I tried to embody all of the good teachers I had ever had and none of the bad, and I think it worked! I loved it from my first lesson – and from that first lesson I have always tried to get my students, whatever age they may be, to like learning.

My first head of department was the most inspirational manager I have ever have (& if you’re reading this Mike, I mean that completely). He told us that it was an honour and a privilege to be able to teach teenagers. They let us into their lives, and is was up to us to live up to this and do the best we could. He believed, and still believes, that if you have the opportunity to teach teens, you should never be dull or uninspiring. If that’s you, then you’re in the wrong profession. He was right.

I knew very little about SEND when I started teaching. I knew that our eldest (at that time our only) was a bit of a handful and there was something. I didn’t know the terms neurotypical and neurodiverse then either, but if I had, I would have known that our boy was ND. My journey as a SEND parent was hand in hand with my journey to today, where I seem to specialise in ND or SEND students. Both my teacher and my parent hat complimented each other, and both helped me when wearing the other – if that makes sense.

From teaching the wide range of students that you get in vocational courses, I could identify things that maybe weren’t quite expected in my own children, and my journey with my own children has definitely helped me to become a better teacher. I have also seen parents and children let down by the system, I have seen people accept the first thing they were told when actually that was wrong, I have seen teens see their diagnosis as something bad, or something to fight against. I have cried on the way home from work because I can’t change the world for my students, and I have cried at home because I can’t change the world for my own children.

Today, I still advocate for my children, even though they are now young adults. I still see teaching teens as an incredible honour and privilege. I can’t change the world for my children or for my students, but I can give them everything I can to make the world a little bit easier. I can inspire them to learn, to believe in themselves, and to sparkle and shine.

Today I feel incredibly lucky to have my boys – they are two amazing individuals who make my world a better place. Today I feel lucky that I have a job I love, and teens who inspire me as much as I hope I inspire them.

Some days…..

| skwarepegrowndhole

Most of the time parenting is about making it up as you go along, trusting your instincts and winging it. Some days it all goes wrong and you feel like the worst parent in the world. Sometimes, however, sometimes you get this parenting thing absolutely spot on, and it is the best feeling in the world.

Yesterday was one of those days.

Since going back to school, our youngest has been struggling. Revision, exams to decide GCSE options, results and then…well, a bit of a lull, and he’s been getting more and more down in the mornings, more withdrawn, and just going into that anxiety bubble. He was sent home from school last week with a stress headache, but he couldn’t tell me what had triggered it.

Last term, after his ASD diagnosis (on top of dyslexia and clinical anxieties) we decided that once a halt term, if life got too much, he could ‘take a day’ where he didn’t have to go to school, and it would be a reboot/recharge day. Yesterday morning after waking up and hiding under the covers, he came and asked for ‘a day’, and I said yes.

I did my usual morning routine (dog walking, sorting out ponies and hens) and when I got home, I told him to get up & get dressed as we were going out into nature for an hour. He did as I asked, and we drove to a local country park where we had a slow 2 hour walk round the lake where he jumped on every icy puddle (and may he NEVER get too old to crack ice on puddles!) and then popped into the cafe for a sausage roll and a coffee. We talked, we discussed life, the universe and anything else we could think of. He laughed and smiled more in that hour that hour than he has since Christmas. We both came home with glowing cheeks from the cold, and happy faces.

He was good for the rest of the day, was chatty, did his homework without any grumping at all, and then (icing on the cake for me) when I said ‘I love you’ at bedtime, as I always do, he replied ‘Love you too’, something he does very rarely because it’s just not his thing.

Today is another day, and I think I’m back to winging it, but yesterday was fabulous. I prioritised his mental health & well being, he had ‘a day’, and that day was just what we both needed.