03/05/2026
A love letter to every parent who has ever cried in a school car park. π
You know the one.
You have just dropped your child off. You watched them walk through those doors β maybe reluctantly, maybe in distress, maybe wearing a brave face that you know is costing them everything they have.
And then you sit in the car.
And the tears come.
Because you are exhausted. Not the kind of exhausted that a good nightβs sleep fixes. The bone-deep, relentless, never-quite-goes-away kind. The kind that comes from years of fighting β fighting to be heard, fighting to be believed, fighting for assessments and supports and accommodations and understanding that should never have been this hard to get.
You have sat in meetings where your child was described in terms of everything they struggle with, and nothing of who they are. You have been given leaflets when you needed action. You have been told to wait, to try again, to be patient, to consider that perhaps the problem might be at home.
You have gone home and googled things at midnight that broke your heart. You have filled in forms that made you feel like you were itemising your childβs deficits. You have had to hold it together in front of your child all day β every day β and then fallen apart in private when nobody could see.
And still you show up. Every single morning. You pack the bag and do the routine and say the encouraging words and walk them to the door and hold it together just long enough.
And then you sit in the car.
We see you. π
We started NEON Ireland because of you β and because of your child. Because no family should have to fight this hard for something as fundamental as the right education. Because the school car park tears should not be a rite of passage for parents of neurodivergent children.
We are building something better. And we would love for you and your child to be part of it.
You are not alone in this. Not anymore. π
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