This morning, amongst all the grunting and defiance from Bonzo I am still smiling.
Smiling, because yesterday school jumped up 2o gears, and despite them seeing very little of Bonzo’s angst and emotional issues, they sat, in a meeting with me and listened to me talking (far too fast and with far too little eye contact), and responded. Responded instantly.
The brick wall we hit a few weeks ago, now seems less of a challenge.
I explained to them as best as I could, as really, there are no words to explain what is going on with Bonzo it is perhaps inexplainable. I had a sound recording of the screaming and sobbing that fills at least 50% of his time at home, but didn’t need to play it, and I had a picture that he had drawn of him, feeling alone and sad in the dining hall.
I also gave them the AUK booklet ‘Education Now’.
So, what is going to happen.
From this week, Bonzo will come home for lunch a couple of times a week.
He will be allowed to take a snack with him to school for the afternoons. (morning snack is provided)
The school will look at the possibility of using his Pupil Premium money to provide lunchtime support for the other 3 days, and if that isn’t possible, look at other ways of having a member of staff for him to touch base with.
Each Monday I will be given a detailed plan of the week – including which staff will be in the rooms, when Mrs D will be at meetings etc. Any last minute changes will be passed on verbally at drop off. This will be topped up by informal chats as often as are needed.
During class more attention will be paid as to where Bonzo is sitting and with who he is sitting. More attention will be given to him at less structured times.
Things like dvd watching will be checked with me first and opportunity will be given for me to decide if he joins the class or not.
And, the best bit…..
When I gently approached with Bonzo, the topic of coming home for lunch a couple of times a week, apart from wanting to know exactly when, his reaction made it all worthwhile – he looked up, grinned the biggest possible grin, and for the first time that I remember, possibly the first time ever, leapt up to me, threw his arms round my neck and during the biggest hug he could muster, said ‘thank you Mummy’.
Clearly I can’t name the school, but if I could, I would – small changes for them are going to make a huge difference for one little boy.