DS2 was dxed pdd nos about six months ago and it was changed to HF ASD last week. I'm having a hard time letting go of my anger and feeling sorry for myself, which, frankly, I'm a little disgusted with. I know things could be much worse but I'm having trouble moving past it. I don't have anyone to talk to about this, and finding time for me to see a therapist is a big joke -- ain't gonna happen.
Anyone deal with this?
Re: Is there a self-pity stage in accepting a dx?
Things have been hard for me recently because ----on top of a mixed receptive expressive language delay, sensory processing disorder (for instance, refused to feed self with a spoon until 2.5 because he didn't want to touch it- not because he couldn't do it and will only eat a very very narrow list of foods, does not like hats or funny fabrics etc) is no where close to potty training and has some fine motor delays---
we found out my son is color blind as well as extremely far-sided. He has to wear glasses now and may also need vision therapy. Seriously glasses are the least of his problems but seeing him in them made the "invisible" diagnosis, that is all his other problems, seem to scream for attention since people will see the glasses and think--what else is wrong with him??
I know it sounds stupid and incredibly vain but I liked thinking if he wasn't in a direct conversation with someone, they may not notice his differences. It hurt so bad, but its been a month now and I am dealing much better. Its just one more difficult thing to go through. You need to know you are definitely not alone. Also, for every person that posts on here-- there is probably 25 lurkers that are silently reading these posts and finding comfort in them.
Ditto this. I started seeing a therapist shortly after DD's initial OT eval and during our 9 month wait to see a developmental pedi. I went weekly for a few weeks just to have a chance to talk it out with someone and process it all. Now I go once a month. Just make one appointment. If you like the person, try to find a way to fit in another appointment even if it's a few weeks off. It helps me to know that I scheduled that time for myself.
Oh, yes. I started talking about not taking the kids to any more doctors' appointments, because then we'd stop getting new diagnoses. I grieve repeatedly, but each time it's more familiar and often it's less devastating than the time before.