Square Peg ● Round Hole







I write this blog to those who are lacking in compassion.   So, let me say.  I am a mother to a wonderful young man with Down Syndrome.  His life long dream is simple to be a part of the community.   This is his last week of high school.  He is a proud member of the Unified basketball team, participates in community based instruction, and is a proud Ballard High School Bruin.    Today, he proudly brought home his senior memory book. Eager for me to look at it, he excitedly pointed out various people he knew.  As I perused this spiral bound book with beaming faces full of words of accomplishments, I realized that no child with special needs was mentioned.   Nothing.  It was as if he never was a student.  Dismissed. Non existent.   As frustrating as that is for me as a parent who fights for everything little thing, he was not phased.    He was simply happy to have brought home a senior memory book.  

With that being said, I always feared he would be dismissed.  I never thought it would be his own school.   Saddens me that the one opportunity they had to be inclusive, they opted to be exclusive.  I guess as far as we have come in the fight for our special needs children, we have a long way to go.  A very painful reminder.