My Wonderland

I’m not unreasonable. And up until recently, I was one of the cool parents!   Dante’s friends practically worshipped me in primary school. I was the mum who ran all the good fundraisers. Dominos, Krispy Kremes, sugar on demand. I didn’t just bring cupcakes to birthdays I brought full-blown sugar platters that could send a fairy into cardiac arrest. Back then, I was fun. Respected. A walking vending machine of joy. His friends still come and give me hugs!  Now I’m the oppressive regime enforcing a brutal dictatorship consisting of two chores: Empty the dishwasher Take out the bins That’s it. That’s my entire wish list. And yet, somehow, this small ask launches him into a full-scale uprising. Every chore is a negotiation, every request is a debate. “Why do I have to take the bin out?” “Kaedyn’s plate was in the dishwasher, that’s basically his job.” “I didn’t even eat today, so technically I produced no waste.” Clothes? He’ll get to them. Eventually or have...

We're barely halfway through 2025, and already families are being told that enrollments for 2026 school year is full.  Yep... full! Education Support classrooms, designed for students who cannot attend mainstream are at capacity. If your child didn’t get in, the door is closed.  So where do they go? For children who are medically complex, disabled, or neurodivergent,.but not a “mainstream fit” what’s the answer? Because right now, the answer seems to be: There isn’t one. We talk about education like a menu of equal options: public, private, online, Montessori, homeschooling. But for many families of kids with disabilities, there’s no real choice. So families are left “choosing” homeschooling not out of lifestyle preference, but out of sheer necessity. It’s not flexible learning. It’s survival. Parents become teachers, aides, therapists, case managers. They coordinate everything from literacy to mobility aids, all while trying to work, raise siblings, and stay afloat. And they ...