This week I recieved a call from Mickie's school district to let me know that they would give the go ahead for him to be placed in the private ABA school I had requested back in May. Apparently, the current arrangement is not going to work out.
Sure I am happy, since it's what I wanted in the first place, but other then asking me to cut his nails and complaining about his farts, I never heard anything from the teacher that could have given me any indication, that Mickie was to much for her to handle.
I was noticing his lack of progress and he was coming home with his cheecks red and raw from stimming, which told me they weren't keeping him busy.
For all the money being poured into Autism, you would think, that our kids out to be making more progress, then they are. Everything he knows, I taught him!
