So Thoren went through his secondary screening for Autism assessment yesterday. Basically, this test (STAT) along with his MCHAT score get filed into his medical information to help us get seen for official diagnostic testing as soon as humanly possible, because at this age every week that he misses out on intensive ABA therapy is sort of a tragedy. His brain is in this amazing stage where he is so sponge like that we see improvements every single day with the therapy we HAVE been able to establish. Anyways, so he was assessed yesterday, and basically the way this test works is there are 12 activities to go through, and how he reacts to them is translated into a score, they are looking for specific instinctual and social behaviours to determine if he shows characteristics more in the line of a typically developing child, or a child with Autism. At his age, a score of 2.25 or higher, means that Autism characteristics are present, and that this is a very high likelihood that the child will be diagnosed with ASD. Thoren scored 3.75. I knew, i knew that this was where we are. I have known who my little boy is for months now. But man, i fell apart. I don't even know why. This test is a good thing. It is going to grease wheels for us so that we can get him into ABA so, SO much sooner, and that is the top priority right now. But, when our therapist was going over the scores with us, and explaining to us, how in Thoren's brain he doesn't recognize that he can come to us for help, that he just doesn't understand the concept of relying on others, i just.. Lost it. I have never cried in front of one of his doctor's or therapists, not a case manager, no one. Every time i explain to a new person where we are, and what we know, what we suspect, and what we are hoping for, i go at with an attitude of total efficiency, caring and passionate of course, but with professionals i am direct, i am thorough, and i am firm. That is who i am, that i what i do because without these people being in my court and on my side i can't accomplish everything i need to for him. I sound like such a freaking robot, but i have spent so much of my life being walked all over, and where Thoren is concerned i will not tolerate it. So.. Getting emotional in front of them.. I've never let myself. Even though rationally, i know that these women see it all, i know that they understand, but i just couldn't. Then i did. I just did not get a choice, that break down was happening whether i liked it or not, and i feel.. Guilty.. I feel like it's wrong to cry about who my son is, what he is, what he is going to have to overcome.. I feel like grieving for the life we expected for him cheapens somehow the deep and unshakable love that i have for him. I feel terrible for feeling so sad for him. I know that rationally, we caught this early, and he stands an amazing chance of being just fine. But i worry, god i worry so much. I worry about school, about friends, i worry myself sick about bullies.. Thoren is non-confrontational to the extreme, to the point that other kids are already honing in on it, and taking advantage of it. He isn't even in preschool yet. How the hell am i supposed to send that child out into the world without me. How am i supposed to trust that anyone but me is going to care enough, or have the time to make sure that something awful doesn't happen to him because his lack of social understanding makes him an easy target? He's brilliant, he's sweet, he's funny, and wonderful, but you could sit right in front of him, and speak to him? And he'd barely know you were there. He's mechanically minded, so much so that it is scary sometimes. If it is a physical concept, like a puzzle, an obstacle, and he sees how it is done just once, he's got it. He walked early, climbed early, runs full tilt, will take running leaps, jump off of stairs, he knows no fear. He watched the cat climb onto the table by way of the chair, and the next day he did it himself to get a toy down. He figured out that he can get from one end of the living room to the other without ever touching the floor my climbing on the furniture, and tables, and taking a leap of faith. He pushes the ottoman, or his toy box up the bookshelf to stand on it, to get something out of it. He knows how to work the xbox controller and all of the remotes, he knows how to rewind movies back to his favorite spot. When we pull out the binder with his movies in it, he runs and grabs his blanket, climbs onto the couch and waits, either alone, or with his head in my lap. He's in there. My sweet, brilliant, wonderful boy, he is in there. He just.. Can't talk to me.. And doesn't know that he can ask me for help, and it's killing me. I love this child with every single fiber of my being, and i just.. I don't know what to do. Soon they are going to officialize this. They are going to diagnose him, and it's forever. I know that it doesn't actually change anything, but for some reason i am dreading it. We have barely told anyone. Just family. Soon, i mean, everyone will know, and it's not that i am hiding it, it is that i was trying to protect him, and myself. People can seriously suck when this topic comes up, and in the beginning i got a lot of flack. Now my family understands, and is on board, but i just didn't want to deal with it until we knew for sure. Well that time is pretty much here, and what do i say? "Oh, by the way, my son has Autism, doesn't speak, and barely knows you exist let alone gives a shit about whatever pointless word you are trying to convince him to say."? That sounds so harsh, but i am getting so freaking irritated with people shoving their ideas of how i should be raising him down my throat. People telling me how i can "fix" him. He isn't freaking broken. He is smarter than these a$$ clowns will ever be, and unfortunately, the disorder that helped that happen, also made social skills very, very, difficult for him. That doesn't mean he will never learn, i have every faith that he will, but social situations are likely to always be more of a challange for him than for other children. He's not broken, he just learns different. His brain is so focused on figuring out the world around him, that it gave up on relationships, and words, and expression. That's hard, but we are finding ways to work with it, and to nurture him and the last thing i need is some faux-conservative, "in my day we did.." toting, matriarch wanna-be, sitting there and telling me that it's okay because "smart people usually are social retards". I shit you not.
OMG this is a novel. I'm so sorry, i just.. Have had a very long, very difficult week.
7/5/11 MC at 8 weeks. 5/17/12 BFP, twins EDD 1/20/13! 6/20/12 Baby B's heart has stopped beating. 8/31/12 Baby A is a boy! And is perfectly healthy and thriving. 1/19/2013 emergency c-section, Thoren is perfect. 3/1/2013 told i will never be able to conceive again. 12/16/13 told they were wrong!
Re: Sometimes, someone telling you something you already know, can STILL hit you like a semi.
TTC since 11/2009; Lap/HSG/Hysteroscopy: 5/2011 (endometriosis - removed; endocervical polyp - removed; high pressure in bilateral tubes - cleared)
BFP #1: 8/4/11; DS1 born sleeping on 11/16/11 at 19w1d
BFP # 2: 5/7/12, EDD 1/10/13, DS2 born 1/4/13
BFP # 3: 11/8/13, EDD 7/17/14, mmc 10wks
BFP # 4: 5/16/14, EDD 1/15/15, praying for our 2nd rainbow baby
I know it's a totally different ball game, but I was crying reading your post because I've had so many similar feelings with Amelia's allergies--guilty for feeling upset about it, worried about letting her out in the world at all, school, how people will react when they know (old-fashioned family that thinks food allergies aren't real, yay). Not to make this about me at all--I just want you to know that someone else has and does worry about similar things.
Sorry that was long. :-) You're the best mama Thoren could possibly have!
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I am so proud of you for having the courage to notice that there was a difference in your child, in searching for the answer. Keep him on the path you have planned, work with him on his problem areas. And be afraid for him. Because he has none that is the one thing I havr learned being around children in the spectrum. None of them fear anything, their parents need to feel it for them.