All my friends with special needs kids say that if you live in my city, public school is the best option for at least K-3, because our district schools provide services and understand special needs. And yesterday I toured my first public school, fully expecting a punch-in-the-gut experience. Maybe it was that I'm more experienced now. Maybe it's that I was expecting something that looked more like a children's prison than the cheerful, art-covered walls of this school. Maybe it was that a friend of mine is a super-involved parent there (and was one of the tour guides). Or maybe it was because the inclusion teacher was so nice. But I liked it.
Yes, it's huge compared to Isaac's current school. And support in the classroom, and class size, and omygod recess and lunch--the thought of him on that enormous playground, eating at a table with the other little savages--it's enough to make me cry just thinking about it. But we're looking at everything. And then we'll ask for what we need, and decide what we're going to do. Somehow. Whatever happens, it'll be a roll of the dice, since this is a lottery system.
So turn down the lights and pass the popcorn, my friends. It's gonna be a bumpy winter.