I’m sitting on the sofa, laptop on, well, lap, wondering where to start. I’m watching The Mac watch a Toy Story Minecraft video on Youtube. I don’t get the game quite yet, but I love how it inspires him to engage in conversation with me, which is something he wouldn’t do till just recently. He loves to list the animals he has at his house, and even tell that the cow broke its ankle. I say that’s awful, but he thinks it’s the funniest thing ever. Yup, I just don’t get it. But it helps satisfy his need to build.
I won’t bore you with the details of how we got here, as it’s probably a familiar story: the suspicion, the worry, the emotional trauma of the paperwork and the waiting for the appointment date to arrive, and then the official diagnosis: autism. The slow motion, the tears, the mourning. And then the light begins to dawn. He is the SAME as he ever was, but it’s all different. You have a diagnosis, you formulate a plan of attack, you work with a wonderful ABA therapist, but there is still consternation at every turn.
But I learned quickly how to roll with the punches (and those can be some serious body blows!) and how to help him help himself. I have learned the lingo: First, Then; IEP, scripting (our dev ped, though really great, had never heard of that! He called it by its name: echolalia), etc. I even sometimes wonder if I’m missing something because I think this is suspiciously all too easy. We have a long way to go.
So, there it is. A little hodge-podgy for a first post, but that’s me:) Allons-y!