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TIFU by outing my son in an official meeting

So bear with me here.

My son (16M) has autism with a PDA presentation. Basically autism plus violent meltdowns. I (39F) am a cripple who walks with a stick. He needed help I couldn't provide, so he lives in a specialist care home. He's on the path to live with me again as he responded well to therapy and other interventions over the last 6 years. He's been given more independence now he's 16. As we're in the UK, he attends a college where he's doing a vocational course (GNVQ) in hospitality, with the goal of becoming a chef.

It's a sad fact that the type of specialist care and schooling my son had has a very low female population. He's little experience of young women and dating.

During one of our scheduled outings, he told me he had a date with a young lady from his college, but it had fallen through due to teen drama (not relevant to the story).

We had a review today (which will have typed minutes) in which I mentioned the upcoming date, and asked if I could/should provide my son with condoms (the age of consent here is 16).

Turns out the care home had no idea! He'd been hoping to fly under the radar and disguise it as an outing with friends rather than a date. They agreed to have their nurse talk to him and give him a card entitling him to buy his own protection.

We were all very red in the face. The consequences from my son remain to be seen.

TLDR: TIFU by revealing in a review meeting with my son's care home and social worker that he may be sexually active, when he tried to conceal it from them. This will be recorded on paper for all eternity. My son is likely plotting his revenge.

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