My Aspie son is 27 now, but I home schooled him- with a few abortive attempts at putting him in public school. First time was when I got tired of the school calling me up within a couple of hours of dropping him off (every...single...day), telling me to come get him because he had thrown up. Apparently the stress of dealing with a classroom situation was just too much for him. Later, the school system talked me into trying again, but I eventually realized that their so-called "special education program" for him involved parking him in a classroom with the Downies and similar extremely handicapped; the teacher was actually using him as a teacher's aide, lol, but he wasn't learning anything. In fact, that time caused serious problems because everything was so easy for him that he decided he didn't want to learn anything if he couldn't "get it" immediately.
The last time we tried was high school. After 1 quarter, he admitted to me that the bullies in his class had decided he was gay, and they were so merciless that he was eating his lunch in a classroom of another teacher that worked through lunch. That one really got me mad-- even the coach of his PE class was joining in the bullying apparently, because he's simply not athletic. The teacher who was letting him eat lunch in the classroom apparently didn't see the need to report the bullying, and when I called the counselor I left a message for him to get back to me about it. When I didn't hear from him after 2 weeks (I gave him PLENTY of time to return the call!) I finally pulled him out of school. A week later is when I finally heard from the counselor, asking me why he wasn't coming to school

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I didn't follow any fancy curriculum or anything while I was home-schooling him. We read books together a lot- my favorite history books were the "Don't Know Much About..." series. I used a tutor for higher math because I'm not good enough to teach it. We watched documentaries about everything under the sun (and beyond). When he finally took his GED, he passed with honors. He's going to college now, studying Accounting, although he hopes to get the money together from a job in that to go on and study Cosmology. It took a while to convince him to try college, because he had gotten such a bad taste in his mouth about education because of his experiences, but I think he's enjoying it now.
I may not have been a professional educator, but by the time he was old enough to start school, like most parents I had already taught him language, how to feed himself, dress himself, and the rudiments of the scientific process and to not be scared to ask questions or express personal opinions. I figured if I had taught him that much, I could teach him the rest.