With him coming to five in January, I had thought schooling would be an easier process.  The crying has stopped certainly.  But the clinging has not.  In fact, it has gotten worst.  So bad that I have to carry him into the classroom every morning. 

He sits by himself away from the other kids in class, and I was told he wanders off when they’re having tea together.  And all he tells me is “the children don’t like me.”  I know for a fact this isn’t true and the principal tells me the same thing too.  He doesn’t pay attention to the lessons and is always looking distracted.  Sometimes he scribbles on the chairs and his workbooks and tells me afterwards that he was angry.

Good thing the school has been rather understanding and tolerant of his odd behavior.  They think he needs a bit more time, but they also want me to send him for an assessment because they think he has a low self-esteem and there are signs that he might need some help.

So even though I don’t like the idea especially since he seems so normal to us, and much as I like to think that he’s just being shy and anti-social, I may just have to acknowledge that we were in a state of denial all along.