My autistic son was bullied for years at a school he’d attended since kindergarten. I’m finally ready to hold them accountable.
I apologize in advance for the long post, but I’m a mother who’s been carrying so much anger, guilt, and heartbreak over what happened to my son, and I need to get this off my chest.
My son Vincent is 15 years old. He’s autistic, has ADHD, an IEP, and was born with microtia, leaving him deaf in one ear. But none of those things define who he is.
He’s one of the most intelligent, gentle, and fascinating kids you’ll ever meet. His mind is incredible. He absolutely LOVES history, science, aviation, and anything that allows him to learn. He’s the kind of kid who can talk your ear off about historical events or explain something you’ve never even heard of. He’s incredibly articulate, has an amazing vocabulary, and is so creative.
He loves making comics and creating his own stories. He would spend his recess and lunch doing just that, perfectly content in his own little world. And his Bible. 🥺 My sweet boy carried his Bible around, studied Scripture, and memorized verses. His faith meant so much to him.
That’s the child I’m talking about. A sweet, intelligent, quirky little boy who just wanted to exist, learn, and enjoy the things he loved.
And other children made his life miserable for it.
Vincent attended the same K–8 school since kindergarten. These weren’t strangers. This was a school where teachers, counselors, and administrators had watched him grow up. They knew he had disabilities. They knew he had an IEP. They knew his struggles socially and emotionally.
Yet somehow, my child was repeatedly bullied.
Students mocked his stimming, put notes on his back, made fun of him, and humiliated him. He came home crying. My son, who already struggled socially, was being targeted for the very things that made him different.
And I reported it. Over and over.
I have emails, dates, documentation, conversations, and statements made by school administrators. I didn’t just sit back and allow this to happen. I tried to advocate for my son while trusting that the adults responsible for his safety would do their jobs.
I even witnessed bullying myself while chaperoning a school field trip. Imagine being a parent, seeing it with your own eyes, and still feeling like you’re fighting to convince the school that your child is being mistreated.
What absolutely breaks my heart is that Vincent eventually stopped reporting incidents because he felt nobody believed him or that nothing would be done. Another student even reported bullying against him.
Do you know how heartbreaking it is to realize your child has stopped asking adults for help because he’s learned not to expect anything from them?
And don’t even get me started on the principal.
At one point, this man told my son that he himself had been bullied because of the color of his skin, because he was a brown Latino. We’re lighter-skinned Latinos ourselves, but what the FUCK did that have to do with my son’s experience?
My child was coming to adults for help, and instead of focusing on what was happening to him, the principal was comparing it to his own childhood experiences. I felt like he was minimizing the hell out of what my son was going through. And yes, I documented those comments too.
The principal and counselor repeatedly left me feeling like excuses were being made rather than meaningful action being taken.
I cannot explain the amount of anger I have toward that school.
And the worst part? All of this was happening while I was going through one of the most emotionally devastating periods of my own life. I was dealing with my mother’s cancer, her decline, and eventually losing her. I was grieving, exhausted, and trying to keep myself together while still fighting for my child.
I carry so much guilt over that time. Not because I didn’t advocate for him, because God knows I did, but because I wonder what more I could’ve done. What I missed. Whether I should’ve pulled him out sooner. Whether I trusted the wrong people for too long.
I eventually made the decision to homeschool him.
And while I’m grateful that he’s no longer in that environment, I’m angry that it came to that. Why did MY child have to leave? Why was he the one who had to lose the school he’d known since kindergarten?
He should’ve been able to finish those years surrounded by people who supported him.
I’m in a much better headspace now than I was when all of this was happening. I can finally look back at everything without feeling completely consumed by grief and emotional exhaustion. And the more I look back, the angrier I get.
I’m retrieving his school records tomorrow. I understand some of the other students’ names may need to be redacted because they’re minors, but I want to see EXACTLY how the school documented my complaints. What did they write? What did they investigate? What actions did they claim to take? And does any of it match the documentation I’ve kept?
Because I have receipts. SO many receipts.
I’m also contacting a special education attorney ASAP. I want someone to review what happened, including whether the school failed to protect my son’s rights under his IEP and special education laws.
And let me tell you something about my son. He’s not incapable of telling his own story because he’s autistic. Quite the opposite. That boy is incredibly intelligent and articulate. He remembers what happened, and he deserves to have his voice heard. If this ever ends up in court, I want him to have the opportunity to speak for himself in whatever way is appropriate and comfortable for him.
I know legal action isn’t guaranteed, and I know I have a lot to figure out. But I’m prepared to fight for accountability if that’s where this leads.
What hurts the most is remembering the little boy walking around with his Bible, making his comics, talking about history and science, just being Vincent. He wasn’t hurting anybody. He wasn’t asking for anything extraordinary.
He just wanted to be accepted.
And the adults who were supposed to protect him let him down.
I’m his mother. I was supposed to be able to send him to school and know he was safe. Instead, I watched my child suffer, lose trust in the adults around him, and eventually leave the only school he’d ever known.
My baby didn’t deserve that. Not one fucking bit.
I’m not looking for revenge against children. I’m looking for accountability from the adults and the institution that had a responsibility to protect mine.
If you’re a parent of an autistic child who’s experienced bullying, especially if you’ve pursued legal action against a school district, I’d really appreciate hearing your experience. What should I look for in his school records? Did having an IEP make a difference in your case?
I’m done staying quiet about what happened to my son. ❤️🩹