Bard

You know, that could be construed as a little tactless. Having met me, you know where I stand on this issue! * mutters 'let myself go...oh yes, and there should have been someone to catch me, and pamper me...' mutter mutter.

Full time teaching job, but at least B is in the same town. Colleagues prepared to cover my class at the drop of a hat for an hour in an emergency, did that at least 6 times last academic year, plus the fact that all B has is AS, no co-morbids that require extra appointments. Don't know how I do it, partly my mum, partly a strong belief that sleep is for the weak and the sane.

I am still coming, loaded down with a picnic for the witches, no slugs this time Mumble. I'm too busy to post at the moment, it's very manic on all fronts ( and backs and sides) down my way at the moment. B is doing well, very cheerful and positive at the moment, P has cracked Maths A level and is looking smug and my dad is going for little walks and eating lots of fillet steak and liver to build him up again. Just got to sort out my ***** paperwork and all that jazz. * waves weakly from under the heap *

warrenpenalver has just left the Navy, why not pm him?

If it's what you want, go for it right now. Be sure and flag up your experience with ASDs as well, they need all the help that they can get..although I learnt on a course recently that the new pc acronym is ASCs

Well, I'm sticking to my guns. I often see NT children, many that I know, out and about in my town. Yelling and screaming, running and shoving, moaning and whining and begging for things in the shops. Charging round the supermarkets with trolleys, engaged in hazardous behaviour near roads, swearing casually at their friends and parents. spitting and being truly dreadful. And do I ever tell them off when I'm not on school grounds? No. But if they spot me, their behaviour often improves instantly, or they either cross the road with their mates. Or their parent asks me to tell them off and to behave. And I still don't.

Yes, that would have got me going with my ' Are you being deliberately officious and interfering, or do you merely have nothing better to do than reprimand an autistic child for complying with a request?' head on. It sounds as if she's just an unsympathetic pain, the ball didn't hit her, so what's the problem?

The more annoyed I am, the more arrogant my response and accent become. The only time any stranger should tell B off is if he is doing something dangerous or seriously antisocial. Merely being young for his age is not good enough, so it would depend for me on what J was actually doing to upset her.

I would complain, he's a professional dealing with vulnerable people who might well be more stressed than usual. If it had happened to B, I would have commented at the time, in a very firm and unambiguous way. Had he been a civilian, making a jocular ( in his eyes) comment, I'd have said something but not as fiercely. It's the kind of stupid comment that elderly relatives of mine would say.

Well, I'm not sorry that I can't help because at one time I thought I'd have Broadmoor on speed dial, but that period has passed! Yes, I know that it may come again, but I live in the moment. Kate, you could try a direct pm appeal to people you know have had involvement with law enforcement, but many may be really reluctant, as the response to the initial post has shown.

Remember this? "Assessments IEPs Reports Rewriting policies OFSTED lurking in the shadows When I started this teaching lark, the secretaries were the ones who did all the typing. My 3 fingers are very sore, and I've only just started my list of stuff to do." Problem solved, my daughter is doing the typing of all the non-sensitive material that I'm writing by hand. Then I only have to muster the strength to type the tricky bits. And Frangipani? The holidays thing is soooo old.

KS2 is until the end of year 6. KS3 is from the beginning of year 7 to the end of year 9 KS4 is year 10 and 11.

Assessments IEPs Reports Rewriting policies OFSTED lurking in the shadows When I started this teaching lark, the secretaries were the ones who did all the typing. My 3 fingers are very sore, and I've only just started my list of stuff to do.

Unbelievable, she's a class teacher and his smooth transition should be one of the things in the forefront of her mind at this time. Just because it's a hidden disability doesn't mean that she can pretend he hasn't got it, and to ignore the advice and support of the secondary school and ASD team is beyond arrogance. You could write a formal letter of complaint to the governors, detailing the lack of care shown for a child with specific needs. And if it was me in that situation, I'd write another letter explaining why I was keeping him off for a day to complete essential paperwork that the school was refusing to make time for, despite their obligations to the child. Oh, and I have a desk covered in junk and I'm not having any extra cups of tea.

B used to have these on a regular basis, they were more frequent when he was stressed or having a rough time with his asthma. They are horrible, but caused him no long-lasting damage and he couldn't remember having them the next day, although at the time they were terrifying to watch. I'm not being pedantic, but what in particular frightens you about them? Do you remember much the next day, or when you come back into yourself? Do you sleepwalk during them? Or have others complained about screaming or roaring? They are not uncommon in many NT children up to the age of 8 or so, night terrors as opposed to nightmares.

Do you remember that there was a couple of threads in the post adolescent section about being married to an Aspie? I agree with you Bid, you should know someone well before you marry them, accept that what you get is what you have and that to try and change them is unfair and rather pointless. Why make two people unhappy or uncomfortable? This goes for any man, I'm currently sharing the staffroom with a woman who has been married for 4 years and has spent three and a half of them thinking her man will ditch football and come and choose curtains and enjoy gardening. Aint gonna happen, he's always been a fan and will be buried in his kit. He's NT. So I'm married to someone with no small talk and no cuddles on the sofa, and who will give an honest opinion if you ask him what he thinks, just like his son. I have a few hobbies, a full time job, two children and a husband and I get by. You sound depressed and lonely, but you need to act upon that for yourself. Change one thing, find a space for yourself, a book club, a hobby, a walk once a week, a swim something. Caroline gave you the solution really " I think the key is to finding something that's for you, whether it be a hobby, circle of friends, gym class. You need time out of from it because you've a daughter and a husband both on the spectrum and that's hard!'

We have been friends for a while now, so I feel our relationship is strong enough to survive this revelation. I burnt my library card just after the new wing opened, funded by the fines I'd paid over the previous three years.

I really want to read that one, but couldn't afford it in hardback...so I'm waiting. We have excellent charity shops in my town, and the shelves are often crammed with the latest recommended read, three months or less down the line. So either the paperback or the charity shops...which will be first?

Being observed teaching tomorrow by two members of Senior Management team. They sit with a sheet that has 62 points that I'm supposed to achieve in an hour, I get a tick for each one that happens. And a negative for each one that doesn't. How cooperative will the children be last thing in the afternoon, in temperatures of 25+ and a classroom that faces SW? AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! Too worried to sleep.

No, that's me. Smiley was blonde as I recall, with a lovely voice

I agree, given a choice between saving his father or the cat, B wouldn't even have to think about it! I live in fear of the cat being run over or eaten, B once tackled a dog that chased his cat into our front garden. Picked it up by the collar and threw it over the wall, and he was growling louder than the dog.

I've said this before, but... B's cat is the centre of his existence, and for a long time was the only creature whose comfort and wellbeing mattered to him. Our little ginger tomcat is the best �30 I ever spent, and he's been with us for over three years now. Often, he's the only one B will talk to after a hard day.

I like films with titles that say what they mean: 'Attack Of The Killer Tomatoes' 'Kill Bill' ' Tarzan and the Lost City' Nice and clear.

My daughter spots them, and anachronisms, and then wants to discuss them in the middle of the film. One of her best was in Troy. As the city panics, one rustic type is seen leading his llamas to safety. Llamas? In Troy? Good job it was a DVD we were watching.

All I wrote was 'I've pm'd you.' Are you the person the information was for, or are you getting me muddled with Mumble? She's younger, fitter and cleverer than me. But we both like chocolate.