For Part 1, please press here. After a year of disrupted education, Grown-Up Lad returned to school and decided to put himself forward...

Six years ago I trained to become a volunteer. The friend who ran the course recognised, tactfully, that it would be families like mine...

Back in the bad old days, when communication was limited and meltdowns were frequent, getting to school at all, let alone on time, could...

None of us wanted to be there, especially me; ‘If this is a bloody support group, I’m off’. Twelve prickly strangers, corralled together...

A note to his teacher in April 2016. I find maths easy in my brains.  I am able to read maths questions and crack the answer out of it’s...

Ah, another day, another group of children taking the piss out of my boy. Every time he tells me that something has happened, I grill him...