Meeting at school yesterday. That was the first question. Second was framed around the idea of his non-participation in the big tick infested trips. Something to the tune of, “maybe this isn’t the right school for him”. Ugh. And the best one? “Our special ed teacher says there is some controversy about whether or not this really is a disability. Are we comfortable just taking the word of the parents as documentation?”
I didn’t go on the defensive. But, I did get him to consider looking at an arts school for next year. Until then, we plug along on this whole 504 plan.
Having a chronic, invisible illness sucks. I’m 46. I can’t even imagine what it must be like for a 13 year old.