Last month, our 8yo aspie was kicked out of his school, a mainstream public charter (the second school he has been kicked out of, the other was a Montessori - he was kicked out at age 4). He started a public special needs program for children on the spectrum a few weeks ago but he has had a very rough transition and with the school’s urging, we pulled him out to undergo a fresh neuropsych evaluation (a three day process, one more day to go).
I’m in tears just getting on the phone with the evaluator. Autism, ADHD, mood disorder all evident. She said his emotional regulation is at the toddler level, developmentally. Because he can be aggressive, he is not likely to be eligible for private special needs schooling. As if sensing my despair, she quickly added that intellectual “he is a genius.” As his mother I can assure you that he is not a genius. Like many aspie kids he has a deep understanding of preferred topics, and for my son it happens to be many topics. Maybe that dazzled her. Or maybe… He’s previously-tested verbal IQ (two years ago) was 139 so maybe this is what she was referring to?
So S1 is probably going to be gently kicked out of his current special needs school (technically offered a 12:1:1 placement with kids of all sorts of ranges of abilities, medical conditions and health issues which we will not accept). Leaving us… ??? He has ABA therapy 10 hrs per week, he has CBT and social skills both weekly. But that is all 1:1. He cannot work independently - has aggressive meltdowns as soon as he hits a rough patch in doing any school work.
I’m wracked with guilt. My stream of consciousness goes like this.
“I shouldn’t have gone for the PhD, I wasted my 20s and let my eggs rot. Now the kids paying the price for hatching from a 33 year old egg. It was that bad cold I had in the second trimester. I dreamed the baby was covered with spider webbing - it was my consciousness interpreting the baby battling the virus and the immune system mucking up the delicate development of the limbic system. I should quit my job and homeschool him. We’ll do Moocs. But that’s not fair to S2. I’ll be so exhausted. He needs me too. Therapeutic boarding school. I could NEVER… Wait. H got that job nibble from Colorado. What if we moved to Colorado? We could live on a ranch and the boys could ride horses. They say horses are great for autistic kids…”
I’m posting on CC because all of my friends are only parents of young children. What do I need to do to help this kid? I’m terrified that he’s going to end up zonked out on heavy psychotropic medications living in a group home vacuuming up popcorn from movie theaters 10 hours per week. His dream is to work at SpaceX.
I don’t want to quit my job, which is at the American Museum of Natural History and could be a HUGE help to him someday (both AMNH specifically and just being part of the museum world in general). But I just don’t know what to do. He’s failing to thrive at age 8. Isn’t it my duty to swoop in???