Last Thursday, I had a meeting with an early intervention specialist and a child psychologist. One thing they do that I like is make the visits in-home. I guess they want to see the children in their natural environment where they are more comfortable. This makes it so much more easier.
While speaking with the child psychologist, she said that she a very confident that my son falls under the Autism Spectrum. I had thought this was a good possibility for some time now, but when the reality of it hits you, it has much more impact. The rest of the night was a blur. I just kept thinking about all the possibilities for my son and if they were still possibilities. I just kept thinking how this was going to change things. I just kept thinking if I did something wrong.
But then I look at my son and wonder how I could ever think like this. The possibilities are still there. How could I ever think I have done something wrong when I have the best little boy in the world? He looks at me with those eyes of his, and I realize that he is a part of me. He still is my perfect little boy. I am currently reading a book titled, "A Different Kind of Perfect", which is a collections of stories written by parents of special needs children. It tells of all the emotions that go along with raising a special needs child. I would recommend this book to anybody who is raising a special needs child because the title describes my feelings towards my son.
I think about all the extra time I will have to spend working with my son, and I see it as a blessing. It's more time with my son, and any parent should want that. We still need our breaks, but time with my son is priceless, and I should be grateful for every minute spent with my son, no matter what I am doing.
Just like yesterday. My wife and I had just finished a walk with our son (and dog). My son was at the top the steps to the basement, and he started to climb down the steps when I asked him what he was doing. He simply said, "I go downstairs". This was his frist three-word sentence!! Later that night, he was playing when he stopped and said another three-word sentence, which is the most precious words I have ever heard from him, "I love you." I think children somehow know when we need to hear things like this.
While speaking with the child psychologist, she said that she a very confident that my son falls under the Autism Spectrum. I had thought this was a good possibility for some time now, but when the reality of it hits you, it has much more impact. The rest of the night was a blur. I just kept thinking about all the possibilities for my son and if they were still possibilities. I just kept thinking how this was going to change things. I just kept thinking if I did something wrong.
But then I look at my son and wonder how I could ever think like this. The possibilities are still there. How could I ever think I have done something wrong when I have the best little boy in the world? He looks at me with those eyes of his, and I realize that he is a part of me. He still is my perfect little boy. I am currently reading a book titled, "A Different Kind of Perfect", which is a collections of stories written by parents of special needs children. It tells of all the emotions that go along with raising a special needs child. I would recommend this book to anybody who is raising a special needs child because the title describes my feelings towards my son.
I think about all the extra time I will have to spend working with my son, and I see it as a blessing. It's more time with my son, and any parent should want that. We still need our breaks, but time with my son is priceless, and I should be grateful for every minute spent with my son, no matter what I am doing.
Just like yesterday. My wife and I had just finished a walk with our son (and dog). My son was at the top the steps to the basement, and he started to climb down the steps when I asked him what he was doing. He simply said, "I go downstairs". This was his frist three-word sentence!! Later that night, he was playing when he stopped and said another three-word sentence, which is the most precious words I have ever heard from him, "I love you." I think children somehow know when we need to hear things like this.
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Thank you for your comment in my journal. I sent one back and hope you got it, but if you didn\'t then let me know. I just wanted to let you know that I am glad to talk and would like to know other parents that love their child as much as I do mine and share this journey with them. Thank you.
Having two sons of my own who have Autism spectrum disorders, the time we get to spend with them is the most rewarding thing I have ever done. To read your posts is a joy, and how blessed your little boy really is.
Thank You for sharing and giving hope to others.