Nice to be able to share my concerns with you all out there, I am a stay at home dad and have been since March of 2015, were I made the decision to wind up my business after 15 years and stay home and look after my daughter who is 9 and my son is turning 6.
I must say what a roller coaster ride it has been, my daughter has just being diagnosed with dyslexia, and has an IQ 0f 120, which we also have just recently being tested. We are very active parents in our children's lives, normal day to day running around sports events etc., and school volunteer work, making sure that in general our kids are happy and healthy children.
My daughter is a very generous and loving child, when she wants to be, most days I have to fight for three hours to get her to do some homework, basic house hold chores like feeding our dog takes like an eternity. It seems that everything we ask of her is a fight and we need help.
The school (Catholic), has not been much help at all, it seems that the blame is on her, they she is disruptive, figits when sitting down at reading time, and the list goes on. To my disgust we had an open day at the school two weeks ago in which I attended, and found that she was sitting by herself on a small table at the front of the class, I asked my daughter why she was there, her reply was that she got sent up there last week and SHE doesn't want to move back, she likes being by herself.
My daughter has ALyn Syndrome As well so she requires different coloured glasses for reading and writing, and the paper has to be the same colour as the glasses, so no coloured paper, I ask my daughter where is the coloured paper, her reply I don't want to be different dad and upset the children, my heart broke for her.
We are know moving schools and have an interview on the 28th March, I hope all goes well, this school is a parent controlled Catholic School, and the class rooms are 15 instead of 35, and have one on one mentors to help each child.
it is very exhausting, and there are turns everywhere, I worry whether she is going to be happy or sad every day, but at the end of the day I am happy that I can be there for her and my son (yet to be diagnosed, but keeping a very close eye loves his kindy homework, and reads good), and get the help they need.