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Mama Saw The Doctor, And The Doctor Said

The last two days have been so grueling. Worth it but so grueling. For the boy and his mama.

Yesterday, the boy had his psychiatrist appt in the morning then his medical exam in the afternoon. Today was speech and language in the morning then the parents only conference this afternoon. To say it has been a trying time would be a gross understatement.

As we sat there listening to the doctors, it occurred to me that I have blinders on regarding my son. Some of the things they were talking about clicked with me as in, holy crap, they're right, he does do that, he is acting that way, that is his train of thought.

Our son was diagnosed with Asperger's Disorder. I'm too overwhelmed right now with information that I haven't even had time to process a lot of it. I do have a list of books that I want to look at and get. We have some recommendations. Hopefully all of this will help us to help him.

I know it's not the end of the world. I know there are children out there worse off. But this one? This one's mine. I want to help him, I want him to succeed, I want to have the right tools to do just that.

What a long two days but so worth it. I'll know more about what direction we're going to take in awhile. I'll keep ya'll posted.

Wow, what a fabulous way to start NaBloPoMo eh? (insert sarcasm here)
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Les Becker said…
"Knowing is half the battle."

G.I. Joe said that, so it must be true.

I know you'll manage, Trish. You are brave and you are strong. I know this because you had one child, and then you had the balls to have another one anyway. I chickened out after toilet training the first (and you'll notice ONLY) one.
10:16 PM
Anonymous said…
Now that you know what is wrong, you can help fix it. The hard part is over, the not knowing and feeling helpless. I am glad you had him tested. I wish I were closer so I could help!
12:57 PM
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