Adopted children need a school that is attachment aware, and trauma informed, with these practices embedded and at the forefront of their provision.
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After a great deal of thought, we decided we would have an Easter holiday this year. Not that we’re going anywhere, of course. Just that we’re taking a break from school work.
Anyone else convinced they’re either dreaming or have entered a virtual world? Mad. Anyway, we decided to take the kids out of school as soon as the
schools closure was announced. We’re most of the way through Day One.
There’s been a thing going on, as there often is. The kid
has decided that he’d like to use the opportunity of the topic ‘Who Am I?’ at
school to discuss and display things from his birth family.
Every new school year since the eldest started, we have had a meeting with a new SENCo. The new SENCo always tells us that they have no information about the children.
As an adopter who is also a teacher, I read last week’s blog with interest. It got me thinking about how we can square the needs of the children, the parents and yes, the teachers.
One of the hardest areas for me as an adoptive parent is to help others understand why saying sorry is not appropriate for our son. I was very much reminded of this just yesterday.
I’ve recently had a school-related episode that has given me much heartache and pause for thought. Another mother’s ambivalence towards my daughter. How she supported her daughter’s ambivalence. And where all that has left my child. Her anxiety levels are rocketing. But it is all so subtle. You wouldn’t know it if you don’t know her. How she speaks too fast, too loud, doesn’t listen, bumps into things and people too hard. Dysregulation, my old friend. Normally I see it coming, but somehow I didn’t this time.
