It is official. Carved in stone. Crystallized. My son has Asperger's Syndrome, found in the ASD (autism spectrum disorder). This is something I suspected since Kindergarten, KNEW since second grade and FINALLY had CORRECTLY diagnosed yesterday.
He is a brilliant child but is a social retard. No, seriously, he marks in the mental retardation in the social aspect, but he is NOT mentally retarded. His IQ is 121. He is brilliant, but just can't tell you (or brag about it!!) because he doesn't know how or just simply can't.
Again, I KNEW he suffered from this disease, but sat by letting him ride on an ADHD/Social Anxiety diagnosis. So, I am a bundle of emotions right now. I feel guilty for not pushing and getting him the right care and help he needs FOUR years ago. I trusted his therapist and wasted all this time, not getting my boy what he needs.
Fortunately, he has had some WONDERFUL, CARING, SUPPORTIVE, UNDERSTANDING teachers. All of them have worked with my son and me, academically and him, socially.
But what relieves me the most, is my husband's understanding of our son's condition. It is NOT our son's fault he does what he does. He just is.
I am glad I have found the help we need as he will be going to Jr. High next year. Not only will the classwork and homework get more difficult, the kids get more mean. (God, I HATED SCHOOL) The diagnostician told us about a boy who was tormented and peed on in the locker room. That just crushes me, thinking all of the horrible things that has happened to other kids and what is in store for my boy.
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