So I wrote a book. It took me over 3 years to write because I went through so many emotions. At first I did not even know I was writing a book.
Blake spent most of his academic career being told he was lazy; he was not focusing, he was not paying attention, and he wasn’t concentrating. He was told he would do better in school, if he attended extra help more often. According to many teachers and administrators (the educational professionals), it was Blake’s fault he was not succeeding. This is Blake’s story; his struggles through school, the hoops he was made to jump through, the negativity he had to deal with, and the incompetence of a school district, that ran rampant.
It was extremely difficult for my family and friends to understand why I was so passionate about helping Blake, even though I was not sure why he was struggling. It was a strong gut feeling (maybe a Mother’s intuition!) that something was not right. We were missing a huge piece of the puzzle and no one seemed to have any answers. My family and friends put up with a lot; long phone conversations, my constant battles with teachers and administrators, Blake’s temper tantrums when he was younger, with frustrations when he got older, and fights with my husband as to whether or not the school or I was right.
Since Blake entered middle school, I was told, literally dozens of times by his teachers, “Blake must advocate for himself. He needs to be able to come and talk to us. He will need to do this when he goes to college.” Blake has been hearing this since he was 12! There are many things students can’t handle themselves, nor should they have to. There are also many teachers that don’t want to deal with parents (despite a supposed “Open Door Policy”) because many students, especially the younger ones, will do as they are told and not question their teachers.
Blake was misdiagnosed in 2nd as Learning Disabled. Finally in 9th grade, he was properly diagnosed as Dyslexic reading at 4th/5th grade level.
I felt it was important to write this book for my son. It was truly my Labor of Love. I wanted him to know how proud I am of all he has accomplished. His story needed to be put down on paper so it will help others. My phone rings often with parents asking for help, advice, suggestions and some direction. I refused to give up on him when everyone else, including some of his teachers and even Blake himself did.