Or… can I get the last 10 days of my life back? No, seriously, it wasn’t that bad, but I was busy. Busy being supermom, meeting a deadline that involved 25 of the most painful articles I’ve ever written, discovering my new forms of PTSD related to the topics I write about weekly and figuring out where I’m going to go in fall, unless someone pulls a carpet out from under me this week… which could totally happen. Not that I’m being critical. So, the highlights: 1....
Six years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with autism. Five years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with a developmental delay, not autism. Four years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with PDD-NOS, a developmental delay, not autism, but maybe something like SID. Three years ago, Enigma was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome. Three years ago, I resigned myself to the fact that Enigma was… Enigma. In those years, I researched everything I could. Gluten-free diets, chelation therapy, occupational therapy, physical...
For those of you not following my blog religiously (you should, I’m a minister, yo), Enigma, my 9-year old son, has Asperger’s Syndrome, a form of autism that expresses itself with awkward social behaviors, OCD, sensory issues and other things that make them (to quote every OT we’ve ever seen) “quirky.” Enigma has been going through the diagnosis wheel since he was about three, when he couldn’t stay in his preschool class without wailing and finally got asked to...
This school year has been pretty tough in the Melia household. While I’ve been to just about every school meeting, physically (just smile and nod), my mind has continually been elsewhere. In an effort to make me feel bad about how uninvolved I’ve been in my child’s education because I’ve been selfishly preoccupied with my own education, my other kids, and the 7 million other things I’ve been juggling on my own, I received a note home from Enigma’s special needs...
I am blogging from outside Enigma’s OT appt. 8am on Friday. I will bitch about that later, I promise. He is doing well, but I wonder if the lack of structure of the summer is causing him to display more “stimming” behaviors, or maybe with him in school, I have just not seen him like this in such proportions. We shall see. He is planning to build a zoo, and I am encouraging the idea of free-range alligators. Chomp. On the kid front, Talker got “spacer” appliances yesterday...
