What I hope these posts will--and will not--do

Okay, I know I said I was going to head into kindergarten and grade one in this next post, but I really, really feel the need to address something here.

I consider all of these entries to be very specifically about my thoughts and process, very much like my posts about writing are. I once wrote a post comparing being a mother to being a writer, and I want to take a moment to do something similar, because I feel it's still true.
( Parent process and writing process are both unique )

nerthus, I want specifically to address this last part to you.

Our situations are so very, very different. My son is ASD, yes. But he is not diabetic, he is not severely arthritic, he can walk, dress himself, brush his teeth; he is not in constant pain.
( My son, safe space, and fear )

Now, we return to school: kindergarten and grade one

At this point in the oldest son's kindergarten life, he had the parent volunteer coming into the class two days a week. Her daughter was no longer terrified of my son, and often found him amusing instead, although he hadn't changed too much; her perception, due in large part to her mother-in-the-classroom, had. He had his father chasing small children around the school yard before class (an activity in which my son could easily join), and a teacher's aide who asked him what happened whenever his name was put forth as a miscreant.

He was still fairly heavily disliked by the more socially hierarchical girls, but could live with that, although he never particularly enjoyed it. They were the wasps at the picnic.
( Heading toward grade one, when everything changes again )

ETA: has and had are not the same word. One day I will post something after multiple proof passes that still doesn't require correction.