Friday, 5 October 2018

Having A Senco Child #worldteachersday

When Tilly was at nursery, it never worried me that she had no intention of trying to hold a pen or pencil. I wasn't worried that Tilly had no interest in being creative with art. My child was happy and that's all that mattered to me. When she was in reception class, I didn't make her do homework because I don't believe in education being shoved down kids throats at 4 years old. When she hit year one, I started to think that she was a bit behind and that maybe I was holding her back by not encouraging her to hold a pencil more. Maybe I should have taken more notice in what she was doing. I started to dread parents evening and I could see other kids progressing really well. My heart sank every time a parent would brag about their kid in the playground or on Facebook.


Then Kim saw something familiar in Tilly that she remembered from her own childhood and she said: "Mum, I think Tilly has dyslexia". We spoke to the school and they ran tests straight away. Within a week we were called to the school with the SEN and were told that Tilly's intelligence was off the scale but she was showing signs of severe dyslexia. My heart broke for Tilly, I had seen on child go through it and struggle already, now I had to see another child go through it too.

The school laid out a plan to help with Tilly and dyslexia and she was two academic school years behind. She was in year 2, yet at the level of reception class. I was full of mum guilt, would it still be like this if I had pushed her more?

Tilly had an advantage with her dyslexia. She had Kimmy at home who understood the problems Tilly was facing and knew how to help her. Kim helped to teach her ways to read and write and knew the frustration that Tilly must have been facing. We had to teach her to stop memorising things that we were dreading her. That was how she had slipped through the net. Someone would read her reading book with her and she would memorise it and read it back. She is indeed a clever kid, I can't remember what I had for breakfast.

I have had regular SEN meetings with the school and we are all working together to try and help her. At her last meeting, she had pulled herself up from 2 years behind to only being 2 terms behind. She puts in regular work and effort and we have taught her that dyslexia does not mean she is different from anyone else, it just means that she takes a bit longer than others to process letters and numbers. She knows her sister did well at school and them went on to get a degree at uni. So she knows that dyslexia should not stop her from achieving what she wants in life.

Who knows what the future holds for her, but we do know that she has support in her education environment as well as her home life. She is such a remarkable young lady, who thrives at everything and when she learns to spell a new word or she reads something out loud to me, I feel like I want to burst with pride.  The ignorant people that she will encounter in life will never understand the battle that education has been for her, so they are not worthy to be part of her life. She owns dyslexia - dyslexia doesn't own her.
#Blogtober18

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