Yesterday we had Tink’s first parents’ evening of the year. We’re only a few weeks into the term, and we hadn’t yet had a meeting with her teacher or the SENCo, so this was the first chance to find out how she’s getting on, other than the odd remark about her day in passing.
It didn’t go well.
There were some positives; she’s settled in well now and is pretty much at the stage she was at before the summer break. She’s interacting more with the new children and has accepted them, and they her, which is lovely to hear. Her speech is improving which is making her communication better, and she can make her feelings known.
But… she’s not making the progress they would expect. She’s learning, but only incidentally, and not as a result of any specific attempts to teach her. She is still refusing most of these and any set tasks are only done on her terms. Sometimes they can catch her in the right mood and she will co-operate, but mostly she won’t.
They don’t think it is the right setting for her.
I’m gutted. I really wanted her to stay in mainstream education, but I think they’re probably right. She does need a more specialist provision who can find the best way to engage her so that she’ll thrive, rather than just get by. She can have many more, different opportunities and experiences at a special school and her learning will be tailored to her, rather than expecting her to fit in with the learning.
So now we have to start looking for a school. We know of a couple that we want to look at, but I know they’ll say they have no places, so I’m not sure what happens then. I think we need to look at moving her sooner rather than later. School have been brilliant, and I could see that her teacher felt awful having to tell us they can’t meet her needs, but now I feel that she’s a burden. And if her needs aren’t being met, then we need to find her somewhere that can meet them as soon as we can.
Here we go again!