Where to start??

Maybe the beginning? I have no idea. All I know is that for the past 2 years I have been in a fight for my son.

The beginning...hmmmmm. Oh how hindsight is 20/20. I would give anything to redo October 2008 all over again. The things I would change not only for my son, but for our family. I knew my son was having anxiety issues at the beginning of Kindergarten in August 2008 and I sought out help for him. He was seeing a therapist outside of school, was on medication (for a short time), and he also had the school therapist to talk to. Things were on the up and up until October. That seems to be where our world fell apart....

My son was stabbed in the back with a pencil by another student in his classroom. I was never called and told of this. They told me when I went at 2:00pm to pick him up that it had happened. I was told that the nurse looked at his back and said it was fine, but my son complained about it all day. I was told that there were 2 holes in my son's back so I lifted up his shirt, peeled back the bandaids and found a rather large chunk of lead stuck in one of the holes. I questioned the nurse as to why she didn't see this and got no results. I asked administrator's what was to happen next to this other child. I was reassured that this child was removed and that he had been a problem all year and they were done with him. I thought I had done everything I was suppose to do as a parent. My obvious next move from the school was to take him to the doctor to have the lead removed from his back.

I made the decision then and there that I was going to not only drop my son off at school, but I was going to walk him to his classroom each day. I got him more therapy appointments and also informed the one in the school what happened so she could talk him through this rough patch. 2 days go by without incident.....

Everyone had told my son not to worry that this other child was gone. I told him that if he ever saw this kid again to just ignore him and walk away. My son did everything we had told him to do and I followed up with the school to make sure that my son was protected and getting help. 2 days after my son was initially stabbed I dropped him off at school and came home to a ringing phone. I knew in my gut something was wrong. "Hello?" "Mrs. Martin? This is the principal. I hate to make this phone call, but it's happened again and we need you to come get your son." I didn't even ask what happened I just hung up the phone and jumped back in the car.

I get to the school and from the front door I can hear my son screaming at people. "You lied to me! You told me this wouldn't happen again!! Don't touch me!! Get away from me!!" I race into the nurse's office and see my son's beet red face and he immediately bursts into tears. The nurse informs me that he was stabbed 2 more times and this time there's not only a chunk of lead in his back, but the pencil itself broke off and is stuck in his back. As I get my son ready to leave I only looked at the principal and simply asked, "Who?" All she said was, "Same child." I told her that once I was done at the doctor that I WAS going to call her.

I questioned her as to why this child was even in the school after I was told that he was gone. She told me that the mom dropped him off and left and the kid reported to his classroom. My son did as we told him to and ignored this child as he kept yelling my son's name across the classroom. I was told that the teacher saw the kid cross the room with the pencil being held above his head like a knife and intentionally attacked my son a second time. After this incident the child was officially removed from the school, but at what cost? I will tell you that as we go along this journey....

If I could only get that week in time back.....