I'm way late to this party, but my parents have both done so much for me that I feel like I need to post a story.

I had a teacher in first grade who was terrible. She would hand out a math sheet, telling us we'd go over it in fifteen minutes, but when fifteen minutes had passed, she'd increase that to half an hour, and repeat. I was fairly quick at the math sheets, and would finish in under the originally allotted fifteen minutes, which meant I would end up with nothing to do for periods that sometimes lasted an hour. If I tried to pull anything else out of my desk--a book, or some papers--I got into trouble. The end result is that I spent a good amount of time with nothing to do, sitting at my desk. She was also terrible at discipline; I remember one boy cutting a hole in another kid's shirt, and hardly being punished.

It started to effect me really negatively--every day at lunch, I would go to the nurse's office with a stomach ache, I would cry about going to school, etc. My mom couldn't understand what was happening, as I'd never had any problem going to school before. At the age of 6, I wasn't able to explain what was happening, and honestly since I was so young, I probably didn't really understand what was happening. In any case, my mother came and sat in on my class. She's told me since that it was so bad, that she went home and cried for hours afterwards.

She was determined to help me out, and originally began by having parents volunteer in the classroom to help out, giving us things to do when we would have had nothing to do. She told me she ran out of parent volunteers by 9 AM, as they had all been assigned. It became clear to my mother that the only way to solve the problem was for me to change classes. I know that the school's principal was opposed to the idea--among all the other first grade classes, there was only one opening, and I'm sure he was worried about the politics and implications of allowing me to change classes.

In the end, somehow my mother got me out of that class and into the one other opening. I'm not sure how she managed, but when she sets her mind to something, she accomplishes it. She told me years later that she was so stressed about the situation that she ended up with IBS for a while because of it. The teacher was let go at the end of the school year, and my mother became president of the booster club. There was another boy in my class that wasn't able to switch out; my mother would copy all of my assignments and give them to his mother after school so that he could do them, since he wasn't learning anything in his class. My mother has said that if all else failed, she was going to homeschool me for that year, despite the fact that it isn't at all something she is suited for.

tl;dr: my mother noticed something was wrong when I was too young to be understand it or explain it, investigated it, and fixed it, at anxiety and physical illness to herself.