When Oscar turned 3, he qualified for the Preschool Program for Children With Disabilities through our local public school district.
It was our first foray into the world of public school for any of our children, a steep cultural learning curve for our family.
As part of the enrollment process, the intake coordinator ran through a screening questionnaire with me over the phone. “When he speaks, how many words does he use in one sentence?” she began. “He doesn’t speak,” I answered, pacing the room, putting away laundry, rearranging knick-knacks.
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