Tonight I was busy cleaning out the cupboard where I store most of our home education resources. I was sorting through the bulging draws filled with various pieces of paper, pictures, articles, and worksheets trying to make some space.
Today I’d purchased a shiny new A-3 folder with Perspex sleeves, to masquerade as a portfolio for Evans art. My intention was try to find pictures and paintings from the last 12 months to fill it and at the same time clear out any old ones only keeping a few of my favourites from previous years.
Instead I found myself an hour later still sat cross-legged on the kitchen floor surrounded by piles of pictures, all that I was going to keep as I had found nothing at all that I wanted to part with!
I had got side tracked and started looking through a file filled with official documents and paperwork from when Evan was at school.
It had all his old IEPs, his Statement of SEN, letters from the Local authority about annual reviews, his school reports, copies of home-school diaries, complaint letters I had written and a copy of the two page letter from a local primary that refused him a place when he was 5 years old.
For a moment I felt overwhelmed all the feelings of anger and hurt came poring back as I thought about the injustice we had suffered and the way Evan had been failed by the system.
The hardest part to understand is why it was able to happen.
He was diagnosed age 3 - Early identification TICK
Statement in place by age 4 – Early intervention TICK
Yet by the age of 7 he had been failed by two schools and rejected by another that had never even met him.
Our journey into home education was unintentional, unplanned and a direct result of desperation.
All I knew for certain was that Evan was desperately unhappy and we simply had nothing left to lose.
That was 3 years ago……and we haven’t looked back.
Evan has gone from strength to strength. He has achieved more socially and emotionally than I ever thought possible.
I now have hope for his future.
As I piled all his art work back into the cupboard I felt really triumphant.
I felt very proud of myself for having the courage to walk away from a system that wasn’t working and a fight that I would never win.
I wont forgive nor will I forget those that let Evan down. Those that didn’t care enough, those that thought they knew best, those that were simply ignorant, arrogant or apathetic all of those that each in their own way let down a little boy.
I don’t feel anger anymore instead I want to thank them!
Without all of those people we wouldn’t have reached crisis point, I would never of considered home education and Evan would not be the boy he is today.
MINE IS THE GLORY