The bare faced cheek yet again. Spouting all that from the privilege of yet another holiday, paid for by questionable means, having ignored her ‘autistic’ son’s needs not just for the duration of the holiday but in the weeks leading to it. Observer parenting via social media and messages from others. Selflessly, of course, because it’s helping him by having a merry go round of others putting him to bed. The same part of his routine that only weeks/days prior she was using for content because he found bed time too overwhelming and it was CRITICAL to share footage of him in distress.
. It’d very very clear at this stage that W is simply responding well to being supported through basic social encouragement, skills and a consistency in routine at school. The neglectful and lazy option and relationship he has previously had with food, being iPad, sat away from the table, eating sweets isn’t on the table anymore (no pun intended) and he’s lapping it up. Watch this space - I see how this is going. The older W gets the more obvious his needs are not what she’s pushed on her followers. She didn’t think too much into the future when monetising his paid for, far too early, level 3 diagnosis and now she needs a plan to explain him coming on leaps and bounds. Incoming: the angels at the school all collectively made it their life’s mission to support W because the system didn’t recognise he needed additional support. Now thanks to them he is only level 1 autistic and thriving. Even ofsted and all the other parents of children in the school were happy that other children’s education was compromised, if it meant a level 3 autistic child (the only one to have ever walked that path in the school) was eating x number of peas a day.