I was the I. When my son turned three he was entered into the area school district with the diagnosis of Autistic or on the Autism spectrum. Whatever they want to call it, it has changed a few times since: Autistic, Asperger’s high functioning, on the spectrum and now we have processing disorder.
Nevertheless, I attended my ﬁrst IEP meeting to hear what the team determined was the best route for my son’s educational placement. To my surprise, I felt like a complete moron! I am a college graduate, at the time I worked at UCSD hospital and I did my job well. Hey, on many occasions during the night shift, I could be found in emergency surgery cases. I am well educated and extremely competent.
To my surprise and horror at my IEP meeting, I sat with about five women that were speaking a complete foreign language to me. After hours, hearing about test results, which I really had no clue what they meant, I was exhausted. So I left confused and quite frankly depressed.