Lunch is packed, the uniform is on and too big, the eyes are wide with new beginnings. There are so many stories about the momentous first day of school and so much advice about the preparation. But what about the days and weeks that follow? Such a major shift in a child’s life takes adjustment and time.
Time I feel, our society is no longer willing to give.
Day one of school and my son skipped into his uniform, the excitement palpable. Before I knew it he was walking off into the distance, hand-in-hand with his new friend, heading for the classroom. I exhaled with relief and gratitude.
Day two and there were tears. "It’s boring" he said, "I’m not ready for school". We had big cuddles and talked about getting used to new things. Day three took a new turn with the surprising comment, "I’m the naughty kid", accompanied by a rather chuffed expression. I thought I had better meet with his teacher to find out exactly what was going on.
Day ten and instead of time with his teacher, I was met by a frazzled senior member of staff. She had been observing him in the classroom and noticed he was "distractible, defiant, and very tired". Fair enough I thought, remember what it was like to start a new job? She asked me if he had had his vision and hearing checked or been seen by a paediatrician? In answer to my quizzical expression she continued, "well last year we had a child with a life-threatening illness so it’s always worth investigating these things".
As I shifted uneasily in my chair she said the school counsellor would be called in; and then threw this bombshell, "Listen, your child is most likely on the spectrum". Now I had heard the phrase "on the spectrum" thrown around liberally at school, as if it is common knowledge. I know it means having Asperger’s Syndrome or autism. While I am grateful for any support my child may need, the instant diagnosis and medicalisation of my son’s behaviour in week two of kindi was somewhat shocking. It turned our household upside-down.