Last year, GB was in a regular, first grade class. She was bullied, lonely, unhappy and hated school. This year GB is in a self-contained class with 7 autistic boys, ranging for one to four years older then her. This year, GB is learning, happy, and included.
I had assumed that choosing a self-contained class was giving up on inclusion. I was wrong.
Last night, GB’s school had their annual talent show. GB was so excited and insisted on going. “All my friends are in it”, she insisted over and over. So her Dad took her. GB came home glowing. Her Dad came home amazed. Children of all ages smiled and said hello, stopped to talk to her, and sat near her. During the show, GB was able to tell him what the next act was, who was in it and how she knew them.
My GB is part of her school.