I managed to get to sleep last night thank goodness. I’m still a zombie today though. It will take a while to catch up I think.
Daniel had his long-awaited appointment with a paediatrician yesterday. It was all a bit disappointing. He got a diagnosis of ASD (autism spectrum disorder) which was nice to have confirmed, except that we felt the doctor made her decision about the diagnosis before seeing him. It was a bit like she’d just read all his notes and went along with what everyone else had been saying rather than making an independent decision. We think her decision is correct, but I can’t help but question the point of the whole exercise especially given we had to wait 6 months for it.
What was I expecting? I guess I was expecting the doctor to interact with Daniel a bit more. To get him to perform some tasks and then to offer some strategies to us for dealing with some of the issues we have. Nothing happens now other than his teacher can have official confirmation which is good in itself. It will add weight to requests for support she might make in the future.
Many parents hear an ASD diagnosis with disbelief and surprise and then, or so I’ve heard, spend the next week in tears. Why do they do that? I’ve never quite understood it because, surely they already know? They’ve lived with the child for a number of years and know them better than anyone else. It’s not like anything changes. Except that now they have an explanation for why it has been so tough which is surely good. And possibly they’d get some support for the difficulties they face which is also good.
Imagine being born with green hair and having green hair all your life, even brushing it and looking in the mirror daily but not realising it’s green. Then one day, a doctor says, “You’ve got green hair”, and the person is in shock and horrified because they never saw it before. What did they see, I wonder?
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