Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Walking Out Of One School and Literally Walking To A New One.

Ok, it’s been a really, really, REALLY long tome since I updated the blog. Part of it was because I wondered if I was truly comfortable sharing with the world very personal things involving my son. Part of it was just the lack of time. Running an ad agency during a recession is pretty much two full-time jobs. However, after a lot of thinking, I’ve decided I’m going to resume it. And my goal is to actually do it consistently.

Starting with this post, I’m going to try my best to have a new blog post every other Monday. I hope I can follow through. My goal is to help other parents like me who feel alone out there. I was amazed the second blog actually had several hundred views so hopefully it is of some value.

Now enough about the blog itself - here’s the latest on what’s been going on…

As reported back in the late summer, the Woozle went back to school. We enrolled Benjamin in a “typical” Kindergarten classroom at a private school. We felt he would do better with a smaller class size and with kids he knew from the previous school year. His precious 5-year-old optimism was surpassed only by my own (and my wife’s, of course.)

Things would quickly change.

From the moment the first bell rang, Benjamin wasn’t able to focus, he couldn’t stay in his chair and he was touching other children - all habits he seemed to have beaten by the end of Pre-K. To make things worse, the school didn’t really have the support services we thought they could provide and Benjamin’s teacher, though well-meaning, wasn’t trained in working with special needs kids. Every day he could earn up to five stars for behavior and participation. If he got two stars it was a miracle. Zero stars was the norm. Benjamin truly wanted to please us and his teacher, he just couldn’t.

My wife cried just about every day after school.

The worst thing was the other kids in the class were starting to use him as a scapegoat. If little Billy and Sally pulled each other’s hair on the other side of the classroom and Benjamin’s teacher asked what happened, Billy would say it was Benjamin who did it. Sally would say Benjamin told her to pull hair.

It was a bad environment that was only getting worse. Rather than trying to help him, the school seemed to be documenting every misstep Benjamin made as if they were building a case against him. Plus, we were paying for an expensive private school and sometimes up to $1000 each month for therapists to be in the classroom. We were going broke fast. I wouldn’t mind getting in debt up to my eyeballs if it meant providing a positive environment for my son, but this seemed to be a situation that wasn’t working for anyone. Benjamin started talking bad about himself, saying all his friends wished he was “normal.” That was the last straw. We made the decision to take him out.

The best thing about rock bottom is there’s nowhere to go but up.

And up we went. Two major events took place in the late fall that really did change our lives. First, we met Mrs. Beaver. (No, that’s not a character from one of Benjamin’s books.) Mrs. Beaver is a teacher at Beauclerc Elementary, our neighborhood public school. She teaches in an “inclusion” environment. That means it’s a typical Kindergarten curriculum but her classroom is accepting of and prepared for kids who are a little different. Not only does Mrs. Beaver have a degree in special education, she has lots of experience with children on the spectrum, so she “gets it.”

She’s truly an amazing teacher who knew right from the first minute how to work with a child like ours. She’s unflappable and unwaveringly positive. Even though it makes her job a lot harder, she works with our therapists on implementing an intensive behavior program. We saw results right away.

Though still having his challenges, Benjamin has made incredible strides in his new environment. Our sense of optimism was resurrected from the ashes.

The next big change was adding medication to the equation. I’ve always believed that medicine should only be used if absolutely, positively necessary – especially for medications that affect a child’s brain. However, observing Benjamin, and seeing how frustrated and sad he would get, unable to control himself, Nancy and I decided that it was time. Our doctor recommended a medication for ADHD.

As Mrs. Beaver put it, the change was as though someone flipped on a switch. Benjamin suddenly gained the ability to focus in the classroom. He was able to restrain himself from touching other kids. He engaged in conversations, albeit rough ones, with the other kids in his class. He started to make friends. He was able to stay on task for his schoolwork. All this while he worked really, really hard with his amazing therapist team.

I can tell you one of the most thoroughly glorious moments in my whole life came when my wife called me one day after picking up Benjamin from school. Her voice was cracking. “He got the highest score you can get today,” she said. “E for Excellent.”

“Are you sure it’s not ‘E’ as in just before ‘F’?” I asked.

We had to email the teacher to confirm. Sure enough, a perfect day.

The days that have followed have been remarkable. There have been bad days, and even a few really bad days, but those have been strongly outweighed by strings great grades and smiley face laden report cards.

So Benjamin pulled off the comeback of the year. Which, I must admit, is the main reason I was inspired to continue this blog. For all those parents who start doubting whether they’ll ever see sunny skies, I can tell you anything is possible. Hopefully Benjamin’s story can inspire all of us to never give up.


  1. Absolutely inspiring... Very pumped to hear Benjamin is doing great!

  2. So glad the Woozle blog returns!!
    Go Woozle GO!

  3. Hi Brian,

    A new follower here, but what you described above happened to us as well, that is even though we did our best to find an elementary school for our kid (pdd-nos) and with all the guarantees that they could give our son the attention, help and guidance he needed I(we have experience! We will call and arrange back up teachers ect ect). They failed dramatically, which was a huge let down for us. Our kid is back at pre-school (after some time) with a teacher who just gets him as well, but we hope to find such school and teacher Benjamin got as well. I am so immensely happy to see and read that he gets those things that make him shine and improve, we just have to be a tad more patient...

  4. The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is that "little extra." Benjamin is that "little extra."