Nick started off his education in a ‘normal' school. This school had a special opportunities unit, but at break time and in some classes he would mix with all the non-disabled children.
However it was at this point in the 1980's that schools started to become targets driven, and we were told Nick had to leave as he was dragging these targets down.
The other issue that influenced this decision was money - something that would come to dictate Nick's life and the opportunities available to him at every turn.
It was costing too much to give him the attention he required; he needed to be moved to a special school.
The school that he was offered (on the grounds that it was local and therefore within budget - money again) was wholly unsuitable for him. My parents went to view it and found it to be more like an institution than a school.
It was silent, except for the occasional sound of locks and bolts as secure doors were opened and shut. There were no pictures on the walls, no evidence of school life.
My parents were taken into what would have been Nick's class; a dark room containing half a dozen children all in wheelchairs. In most cases they were strapped in with helmets on to stop them banging their heads. They were completely unaware of their surroundings and didn't look up once.
At this point my mum started to cry and my dad said there was no way his son was going to this school.
And so began a lengthy struggle.
The local authority was insistent - this was the school Nick would attend. But my parents had researched a much more suitable alternative and put it to them that he should go there.
There followed a number of meetings with the local authority, social workers and teachers.
Each time my parents went to one of these meetings there were more people on the panel. In the end there were a dozen people sitting in a horseshoe formation surrounding my parents. They were clearly trying to wear them down.
They were told it would be too expensive for him to go to a school any further away - money, yet again! Plus transport would have to be arranged, and that would cost more money. (We later found out that the school bus Nick would catch to the school my parents wanted already went past our road to collect children who lived right near us)
At one point they were accused of being "in denial about having a disabled son", a statement which demonstrated the total lack of understanding at work.
My parents, like any parent, simply wanted the best possible education and school experience for their son, whose disability they were fully aware of.
The school my parents had suggested for him was a special school, not a mainstream one. And it was a special school with a lively atmosphere and children who would be suitable peers for Nick.
During the final meeting they were told that their case would be taken to the Secretary of State if they did not comply. At which point many parents would have become intimidated and stopped pursuing matters.
Thankfully my dad is a very resourceful and clever man, and he had done his research - "You don't take me to the Secretary of State - I take you to the Secretary of State" he said.
The meeting was halted and my parents were sent outside whilst the panel regrouped. They probably hadn't banked on anyone actually reading the complicated legal small print.
The headteacher of the mainstream school Nick was currently attending stepped outside and said "Leave this with me".
Later that day they got the call. Nick could go to the school my parents had chosen for him. Could he start on Monday?