I want to be honest about something before I go any further. Before I became a SPED parent, I thought I was a pretty damn good teacher. I was trying my best. I cared deeply about my students. But looking back now? I was okay.
I have spent the last decade in special education classrooms. I have written hundreds of IEPs, sat across the table from families in tears, advocated fiercely for kids who couldn’t always advocate for themselves, and poured everything I had into students who needed someone in their corner. Here is the truth I didn’t see coming:…