A few years ago, I found myself somewhere I hadn't expected to be.
My son needed more support than his setting could give him. I knew it. His nursery knew it. But the system had other ideas.
What followed was one of the hardest periods of my life — working full time, masking every day in a professional environment, managing a team, and in every spare moment trying to decode a world of EHCPs, local authority decisions, and legal processes nobody had prepared me for.
Every resource I found was too legal, too clinical, or too generic. Nothing was built for someone holding multiple worlds at the same time.
So I went all the way to tribunal. I built a case so thorough the local authority offered the school place before we even sat in front of a judge.
The day I told his nursery teacher, she cried.
My son started his new school. He walks in every morning. He is seen, protected, and making progress that fills my heart.
That moment — and everything it cost to get there — is why this exists.