I have to say that I'm embarrassed by the amount of good fortune that DD has had at this school. I was actually *afraid* that it would be the opposite --- and I stayed up nights worrying about it (for me and for her).
OTOH, none of this would have happened if I hadn't finally stopped "hiding" the problem and putting the stress on myself to make it look to the outside world that everything was ok.
They were surprisingly (to me) understanding and basically said: you're not alone. We'll work with you. Let's do what's best for DD.
It takes a LOT for me (and men, I think, in general) to say: "here's a problem, I can't solve it no matter how hard I try, I need help."
I just hope that I can, in some way, shape, or form, repay (or pay forward) their generosity to me and DD.
MCE Saint