WARNING RANT ALERT!
Most of you already know how horrible things are at the moment and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, ds1 came out of school today and collapsed in a sobbing heap into my arms. He had been publicly humiliated and shouted at by the same bloody supply teacher we complained about earlier in the year. A new mini passport was created precisely to stop it happening again - it was there in front of her and yet she still chose to scream 'SHUT UP!' at my ds when he wanted to contribute to the topic and had sat patiently with his hand up being ignored for the whole lesson. All he had said was, "It is relevant" because she was about to change topic and he was really excited to be able to contribute a fact to something they were learning about (which was pretty obscure and unlikely many children would know anything about).
He then sat there trying to hold himself together, but shaking with silent tears falling and she rounded on him saying "ds1, don't be so pathetic, you are year 6 now - don't you think you should have matured by now." He put his hand down and and he told me he could feel his mouth trembling uncontrollably and felt a pain shoot through his body, so he put his hand down and sat there desperately trying to hold it together with a horrible mix of fear, upset and anger, unable to do anything about it.
Then as a final kick in the guts she shouted at him again for sitting in one of the positions he is allowed to sit in (as agreed in his statement).
He said he is so embarrassed and humiliated that he doesn't think he can ever get over it.
I have had to lock myself in the kitchen and sob away from him, so he doesn't think he's upset me by telling me. Ended up calling my Mum who's on holiday, as I desperately needed to talk to someone and not only is dh not much help at the moment, he also left his mobile phone at home today.
Since the complaint about the TA and CT on Monday I have been scared to go to the school, have had filthy looks off staff members and failed to deliver a reply slip because I couldn't face going into the office - so I sat there shaking and feeling felt sick knowing I had no choice but to phone again straight away and complain.
SENCO did the usual 'that's totally unacceptable' thing, but then said she couldn't say anymore until they'd spoken to the teacher, but as she's supply that could take a while and the school wouldn't respond until then. This was in response to me starting the conversation by pointing out that they hadn't had the courtesy to get back to me after Monday's complaint, not even an apology - nothing. She tried to tell me the school's response to Monday's complaint was the meeting we are planning - but as it's been planned and organised by me and the head of inclusion it can hardly be the school's response. Not to mention that meeting is not going to tell me what action is being taken to deal with the totally unprofessional behaviour of certain staff members nor is it an apology to us or our son for their treatment of him.
She went on and on about how she w/couldn't say anything else on the subject until she's spoken to the teacher involved and how she is rarely in the school so didn't know how long it would be and they needed both sides etc. To which I pointed out that, as it was a public humiliation, there are actually a class full of witnesses to choose from, so they could easily verify ds's story - not that he would lie - as both of this week's incidents have been related to me verbatim.
I also told her that we cannot continue to send our son to the school and allowing him to be exposed to this sort of thing and it's reaching the point where we will have no choice but to pull him out.
Am starting to calm down now I have typed this out - but am still shaking with anger.
Oh - and dd spent all last night throwing up, a trick she kindly started at the dinner table. Dh was really late home due to the storm and by the time he got back I had neat bleached the whole of the kitchen floor, the table and all the chairs whilst simultaneously soothing her brow and emptying her sick bowl. (Ds1 is quite OCD about germs and took the throwing up badly, so I ended up with him stuck in the bathroom refusing to come out till everything had been bleached. Then of course when it was bleached he was convinced he would burn his feet if he walked on the floor. ) She's been curled up on the sofa on top of me all day with a raging temperature and needed to be carried, by her limping not very mobile mother to and from the toilet, as well as pushed in the pushchair on the school-runs, so that meant one crutch rather than two and my foot is now agony again.
It also means we might not be going away after all, which might not be a bad thing, as ds1 was crying about that this morning as well, because he doesn't want me to go.