Nearly six years ago we learned our son would be born with spina bifida. So many fears we once had have come true. And to think — we have just begun this journey.
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These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities. Sure, he may need help walking, he may need a wheelchair, he may require additional medical care, including being catheterized — but the reality is the real disability remains in the school system.
We were hopeful and took every measure to clearly outline our requests and even have had every pediatric urologist in the central Florida area who cares for spina bifida patients sign a letter approving our request for a non-medical person to be trained to do his care. Regardless of if we have staff in the school willing to help, the district told us today they are unable to approve our request.
When we discussed the topic of his cathing support needs, the school refused to consider our request — it was clear their minds were made up before the meeting even began.
