The other day I read my friend Sunday’s post on her blog Adventures in Extreme Parenting and my blood ran cold. Sunday is also a parent to an autistic child, 2 of her boys to be exact, and she wrote about something every parent of a child on the spectrum fears… her son Sam went missing.
And not while under her care.
Ever since the day Will got out of the house without us knowing, it has been my biggest fear. We set about doing things through-out our home to make it safe for Will, including alarming all of our doors, adding additional locks, buying a Child Locator that we attach to Will’s shoes and my key chain, and putting temporary safety tattoos on Will in case, God forbid, he gets out again.
But it never once occurred to me that it could happen at school, not once did I think that the school could possibly be the one to lose my son.
I just assumed that in a classroom with more adults than children, in a classroom that is meant to work specifically with children on the spectrum, that they would have these emergency plans already in place.
I assume that Sunday thought the same thing and the lesson here:
Sunday’s son Sam is in a special needs classroom and yet, they “misplaced” him.
I know my heart nearly stops every.single.moment of the day when my eyes can’t immediately spot Will when I look for him in a room.
I can not imagine hearing my son is missing and the helplessness that inevitably would ensue.
Thankfully Sam was found and was ok, not sure the same could be said for Sunday’s heart that afternoon, or my heart as it caught in my throat while reading her words.
It has weighed SO heavily on my mind since first reading her post and first thing tomorrow morning, I will be calling Will’s school to be certain they have a wandering plan in place for him and that they take every single precaution possible to ensure my son’s safety every.single.day.
Because, I just can’t imagine the alternative…