By first grade, Jennifer Hayduk knew public school was not going to work for her son.
Tyler was coming home with scratches on his face, and once or twice with a bruise. His severe autism made communication almost impossible. He could not tell his mother what had happened.
For the next two years the Hayduks tried private schools and one-on-one clinics to find a place for Tyler. The further they cast their net the longer Jennifer’s commute stretched, until she was spending four hours a day on the road. One place would work for a time. Then it wouldn’t…