And yet, cops never were called on Q. I just always panicked if I saw them. I was always sure he had fallen apart. Along with the special needs programs for developmentally delayed kids, this new school has an alc program as well as an emotional /behavioral program. There's always one cop here but I drove up and there were other police cars. I'm happy to say my heart didn't flip out. I had to do some self talk but I wasn't really worried that it was Q. I told the woman behind the desk that I was dropping off medications, luckily Q saw me and came over to the door. He took the medications, said thank you, and gave me a high 5... and told me he would see me at 3. Compared to where we have been this is a great thing. As a small child he would tip over tables when I was at his school. Even in middle school I volunteered in the library, to help work on his learning to accept me when I would be in his school. And last year, as you all know, was heck. I need these moments to help me realize how far we've come.