Elaine Park My son can’t spell. At all. I like to joke about it, because in my culture (Anglo-Canadian) making wry, self deprecating comments is how you get through things while keeping your dignity intact. For example, my favorite line is “My son spells phonetically. I’m just not sure what language it is. Maybe, Latvian? Estonian?” But it’s true. The child cannot spell. He attends a pretty good public school and participates in a program designed to include children with Asperger’s syndrome into the general education stream. He’s in seventh grade, and after six years of me whining at six years of IEP meetings that the child cannot spell, the child cannot spell. Solutions are presented and possibly applied. While the people who work in the program are great when it comes to dealing with behavior and social skills, they are not so impressive at follow through on things like…