Increasingly Worried

You would think after the dyslexia diagnosis things would improve for Shannon, but alas little changed and in a class of thirty-one Shannon was getting little support. Despite the dyslexia, Shannon was showing a flair for writing. she loved to write scary stories.

Caragh had started ‘big school’ by now and although started off well, she was struggling to fit in. She had started to fall down the groups; while she was brilliant at English her lack of concentration skills was making her slip behind. She was struggling socially with her peers. She continued to have one really good friend but her other choice in friends was questionable.

I was becoming concerned for both of them, but didn’t know how to help. I was having constant meetings, phone calls, and writing letters to the school. I did not know the signs of autism, but I was getting increasingly worried for my children, as they were struggling socially but in different ways.

The lack of help Shannon was getting from school was exasperating me, we did lots of work at home, but the dyslexia issue was just being ignored at school. Since no one else was willing to help I took the matter into my own hands, and I decided to phone around the Birmingham schools interviewing each head teacher over a matter weeks. A lovely lady (Mrs. Percival) spoke so knowingly about dyslexia, that I decided I would take Shannon out of her school and move her five miles away. Two buses there and back each day was a strain, and knew this could not continue.