Chapter 10 part 2!
Two days later that decision came (EHCP assessment) and it was not good. They had decided that Lolly didn't need an assessment and the letter would explain more.
When the letter arrived it stated that
Lollys special educational needs are not severe enough to be able to grant her an assessment. And due to LACK of evidence provided by the school they wouldn't be assessing but recommending that the school make an appointment with the EP ASAP! Sooooo this LACK of evidence that the school had submitted as part of her evidence consisted of 15 lines of illegible scribble. I swear I am not even exaggerating! It was awful. I was so so so mad it was unreal! I cried! All that hard work had been for nothing. Absolutely nothing! They knew I was applying, I had kept them in the loop, and they promised to start logging evidence!
Well luckily, me being me, had already written up my appeal hah!!! It was bigger than the last lot of evidence. I re submitted everything I could find and made a contents page, and referenced everything I could possibly reference in the reports against each other to prove why she did need an assessment and that her needs were severe enough! I proved that Lolly was socially, emotionally, mentally behind by at least a couple of years to her peers. I proved that in the short time she had been at preschool, and year R and all those many months she spent at a private nursery has had no effect on her learning at all. And she was in fact in danger of or in early stages of regressing. I sent my appeal to the courts. It was actually quite terrifying knowing that I was putting myself up there in the courts to actually have to speak on her behalf and fight them to assess her needs myself with no support from anyone. Inside I was scared. Some one once said to me, on the rare occasion I had opened up and spoke about my feelings, in respect of going to meetings and being the only one who sees her struggles and trying to make them understand, that, once you walk in that room, you should shed yourself of all emotion and forget about being this little girls mum, you need to become her lawyer! Her advocate, her voice. Speak for her, stand up for her and tell them what she is unable to tell them! And ever since then that is exactly what I have done! I'm hard faced and cold and to the point. And this is certainly not because I hold no emotion for Her, Nope! It's the complete opposite! I have too much, If I was to go in those meetings full of emotion and sadness for my little girl, then I would quite possibly be a blubbering wreck. And then I'd have the task of trying to defend my emotions as not being out of control/ depressed/ neurotic. Etc. they would not take me seriously. This was just the beginning. What else would I have to fight for? (Turns out every single thing imaginable) Why do I need to fight for what's right? Why can't they see what I see? Is it because of money? Probably! But I didn't care about that. And I will fight for the rest of my life for that little girl and the rest of my family, because we deserve to have a decent quality of life all of us! Together making those memories, laughing as a family, sharing jokes and cuddles and being proud of each other. And we/they will have one!
to be continued ...........