For those who may have missed this in my earlier threads, my second son has Pervasive Development Disorder (PDD). From the get-go, his psychiatrist maintained that the ideal place for him would be in a class for PDD children. Failing that, he should be placed in a normal class and have special help. He needed a positive environment to develop his social skills and also was academically capable to learn. With the psychiatrist’s support, we pushed for him to be placed in such a class for the past three years.

But the school principal, as well as his teachers insisted on placing him in a “functional autonomy” class. This class is for children with Down’s Syndrome and autism. Therefore, S#2 was in a situation where his “role models” were intellectually and behaviorally impaired. Also, this class did virtually nothing academically.

Friday, W got a call from S#2’s teacher. She told W that S#2 had been misdiagnosed. [Roll Eyes] [Roll Eyes] [Roll Eyes]

There is another school that has classes specifically for PDD children, and she felt that (for the above reasons), that is where he should be placed next year.

Two years ago, this news would have been an immense relief. I guess after banging my head against a wall for so long, I just resigned myself to the fact that he would not get the help he needed. It’s strange that I don’t feel any relief over this.

But, I’m so happy!

Thanks for the b-day wish, Lily. Actually, "had" isn't the word. It's today [Smile]

Andy

Andy