It Really Is A Light (And Not A Train)!

Our son's IEP triennial meeting is on Thursday, and we have never done a pre-meeting before. We have always had very straightforward meetings and I always felt confident that our team had my son's best interests at heart. They truly love my little guy at his school and he has progressed steadily with their help. So, it kind of threw me off yesterday when I got an email from our IEP team lead saying they wanted a pre-meeting.

So, today I went in for the afore-mentioned meeting and the team basically wanted to not spring on me on Thursday that according to their testing, my little one (even though he's getting taller each minute it seems) no longer qualifies for an IEP.

What?!!

Basically, although there are some differences from a psychological standpoint, such as attention, impulsivity and  anxiety, none of these are considered debilitating enough that he qualifies for special education services. So, his IEP will not be renewed at our meeting on Thursday, instead, he will transition to a 504 plan. This will still provide additional help for him in areas of academic weakness, through the Response to Intervention system and it will still provide social services via the school counselor, but, technically, from a school performance standpoint, he is 'within range' in the majority of areas of his peers.
There will be monitoring during and after the transition, but, it looks as though his time under the special education umbrella is at an end.

Add to this little meeting of joy the fact that the school district autism specialist doesn't think DSM criteria for ASD at all describes him, so, maybe, just maybe, it's time to look at a re-evaluation. We are 7 years into this journey, which at times has been hell, and I cannot believe we actually could be almost at the end of the big stuff. The funny thing was that she suggested that maybe he was incorrectly diagnosed at such a young age. I corrected her on that one - he met criteria and then some. His diagnosis may have been heartbreaking, but he met the criteria, to the point where the developmental pediatrician didn't even need to finish the assessments. I think we are finally at the point where we can call a spade a spade and refer to 'recovery'.

I am so thankful for how far he has come. Everyday he just amazes me. Here's to continued hard work and even more progress.