To My Son’s Doctor

I hung up the phone with tears in my eyes. The office had not even sent the paperwork yet. Two weeks...wasted. Two weeks of my son being in increasing pain, complete overload, and struggling to participate in everyday life. Two weeks of waiting by the phone for the specialist to call and schedule an appointment. Two weeks...gone. Why? According to the gal on the...Read More

The Truth About Homeschooling Children With Special Needs

We have been homeschooling my fourteen-year-old son since he was eight years old. Last week he went back to school. He is enrolled in a Medieval History class at a private school, as part of a homeschool hybrid program. He wants to go. He wants to get away from his little brother. He wants to learn from someone other than me. He wants to...Read More

Homeschooling An Explosive Child

There were scratches up and down my arms and my mascara was smudged. I glanced in the rear view mirror and noted that my hair would also need to be fixed before I went into the office. I looked like I had been in a fight. The truth is, I had. As I drove away from my son's school, I fought back tears. "Just getting him...Read More

Neurological Evaluations and Diagnosis: What I Wish Someone Had Told Me

I hung up the phone and started to cry. I was alone in my room so that I could speak to the doctor's office privately. I could hear my son starting to meltdown and my husband trying to help him in the next room. But I couldn't move. I could not open that bedroom door and go back to all the crazy. Not yet. The...Read More