God damn, I didn't realize how fucked up this topic makes me still. In my case I'm stuck. Immigration into Canada got seriously fucked up by Harper, I'm literally the least wanted candidate now. I've been here 12 years and I'm not a citizen. My grandmother might fucking die before I can safely crossed the border. Anyway...
I understand that dealing with a child possessing diagnoses of PTSD, Aspergers, Tourettes, ADHD and issues resulting from brain damage including memory loss, short term memory impairment, and councious recall impairment is bloody fucking difficult. I was fucked up. But the conditions I started in were based around me at point A. By the time I was at point B, everything had changed. Again and again, I changed but they didn't. I was medicated differently. I had behavioural psychologists mucking about with my head. (which are fuckin great btw. Love some of them.) I had people teaching me how to do so much outside of school and it took time and painful mistakes to grow into it.
It came to the point where I no longer needed medication. I was coping and growing, my brain was seemingly patching up some of the wiring, I was perceiving the world around me instead of being mentally regressed into a 10 year old. My memory improved somewhat. I was so fucking better. But I couldn't pass their god damned test. I couldn't be around normal kids. I couldn't socialize with anyone that didn't have issues that labeled them. People that represented all the negative behaviours I'd grown out of. I never made reliable friends. The only friend I had was another Aspergers kid. He drove me up the fucking wall by the time I was 22 because he never got help. He only got worse. Eventually I just had to let him go, because he was still a child and all I was doing was taking care of his siblings as his mother wallowed in depression. I miss them. But I was harming myself by forcing it to continue.
A child should not grow up being isolated in education. I was immensely scarred by it. It doesn't take a rocket surgeon to see that something repeatedly failing isn't a sign of future success after a certain amount of time.
5 years of Emotional Awareness classes, being constantly reminded of the last time you had a breakdown before you could get your first report card, and of redoing the same work over and fucking over. Not to mention I was already taught the content by therapists years before.
All I wanted was to experience a science class. To get something different that made school worth going to. That's all I ever asked for. I was constantly manipulated to believe I wasn't ready to do it, that I should just trust them. I was basically retarded. I couldn't not trust them. I wasn't mentally capable.
I gradually woke up and realized what had happened to me. But it was too bloody late by then. I never knew about the test either. I had to research their internal guidelines. My dad was an abusive narcissistic psychopath and he still helped me more than highschool did. He never inhibited my education directly.