Those who know me in person know that, in general, few things short of an impending apocalypse can tempt me out of bed before 9 AM. Today I was voluntarily up by 7 and out of the house at 8… so that I could go with Fishy to his school for the day (he does a half-day at a school that does “reverse mainstreaming”– a few typically developing children in with those with disabilities. Today his classroom didn’t have any “normal” kids, though, which meant it was more low-key and quiet).
It was wonderful. And seeing him fall over himself with excitement when I showed up at his house early was just to die for.
I wasn’t too worried ahead of time, because I know Fishy adores school, so they obviously aren’t mistreating him there, but I was a bit nervous about seeing other children and maybe witnessing some unintentional…
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