De-registration Was Next

I was so tired of it: the constant calls from school reminding me that my boisterous son would continue to push boundaries while trying to find himself, his voice, and his friends in the concrete jungle called public school. Growing up in the typical depiction of poverty—council and housing association homes in a less-than-desirable area well known for drug dealing, homelessness, and the "appeal" of gentrification—I knew I had to do something to stop my son from becoming a statistic.

Single-parent homes are renowned for producing drug dealers and males who use Her Majesty’s Prison service as a holiday home. No shade to them; I get it. School didn't prepare me for the real world either. It took a huge breakdown in my mental health around the age of 25 for me to realise that the life most find safety in—the 9-to-5—was simply breaking me.

I’d known it for a while. I had questions about it back in primary school, but I brushed them off, wanting to avoid labelling my son. "We think he might have ADHD," his teachers said, and hats off to them for truly being in tune with his upbeat rhythm. But when the comments chased him into secondary school, followed by the constant calls to report his "disruptive behaviour," I knew it was time to take action.

Because that is exactly what I needed when I was at school. That was the reason I bunked and rode the buses from one destination to the other. To me, school was just BORING—a place for nothing more than jokes, friends, and the fantasy of fitting into groups that never really made me feel whole.

I needed action. I needed something different each day. So, I found a weekend job and loved it—fourteen years old and making my own money. I was an entrepreneur, designed for the hustle and led by my passions and my imagination.

I decided I’d streamline the service for my son. More likely than not, he too is an entrepreneur: a people person, creative and charismatic. These are positive qualities so often ignored when diagnosing ADHD. Because of that, I chose to reject the NHS assessment and home educate him myself.

This is the beginning of our journey. We welcome you to join us!