Minnie’s Musings

Once again you speak with knowledge and wisdom. Or not.
The first morning I put my son in a taxi to school he was not even five years old. I was petrified and heartbroken.
The nearest appropriate placement was 15 miles away. In the opposite direction to our daughter’s school.
Now, you could argue that any number of families from her school could have been asked to help out. And we have been blessed with numerous friends who have been unfailingly generous for 28 years.
But repeated favours do become onerous and seats in cars are limited.
I would also ask why you might not have the same expectation that families who live in rural locations where there is no safe pavement to walk along are not expected to take their children into school. They have cars, sometimes more than one car. Yet a bus is provided to ferry their offspring to establishments barely a mile away. Can they not be expected to get up and dressed and save the council a small fortune?

But no, their children are able of body and mind and their parents make up too great a proportion of the electorate, so you are leaving them alone.

And does it need to be said that if you have fought the battle to get your child into appropriate provision somewhere, some place that does not require residential space because it is so far away the drive would be hours rather than minutes, their disability has to be significant and you have evidenced it? Evidence which you have not based your judgement upon.