Good morning, Blog! Mama just spent some time lining up her chakras.
I say diagnoses because lord, are there a billion. First you have the older child with the second opinion (that's two different diagnoses I got). And then the second child and his diagnosisesiesies. It can be very overwhelming, and when you have two children under two already your life is pretty much all about trying to leave your house with one clean pair of pants on. Or any pants on. So when you add this in to the mix, it can really make you want to split like bananas.
And the times they are a-changing. Oh, I'm sorry, we don't serve Asperger's here anymore. Okay, DSM volume five or whatnot. Now we have our spectrum, oh the spectrum. With its pervasive developmental disorder / not otherwise specified. PDD/NOS. Hi, is this code for your child is kinda bunk? I think so. And you have the medical doctors up against the school psychologist and isn't this fun to watch them battle it out. I just want my child to learn and be happy please. So I will take your one million papers and try to read them all and figure this shiznitsie out. Thanks a bundle.
There is no guide. Nobody sits with you and helps you go through this stuff. It is catch-as-catch-can which is unfortunate. I consider myself a smart cookie, but I will tell you the amount of papers these people throw your way is incredible. So after a thousand tests we now say it is autism? All right let's work with that.
Because really, at the end of the day, it can be autism or bipolar or Super Smash Bros disease. My son is my son, and that is who I am working with.
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