I need to toughen up when it comes to all things associated with Diego’s Asperger’s diagnosis.
Currently any random sentence can bring me to tears.
Rickey and I met with the therapists that facilitated Diego’s social skills group for the past 3 months.
I cried (happy) when I saw his progress on paper, he went from needing moderate to maximum assistance for most things social, to doing a lot of things spontaneously.
I cried when they said he was moldable (hopeful).
I cried when I thanked them for all that they have done (grateful).
I cried when we left the appointment, now that stupid psychologist will have to eat her words and I have confirmation that I’m not “reading too much into things (validated).”
Diego will be starting another social skills group in late spring/early summer.
I dropped Diego off this morning and despite all the progress he has made, he chose to grab a book and sit clear across the room rather than join any of the other kids playing together.
I cried on the way to the car (sad).
I received an email response from the play therapist that Diego just started seeing and she mentioned that we should consult with a psychiatrist for Diego and had to leave my office to go to the bathroom to do what??
You guessed it…
In fact this just about put me over the edge. I sent her a response asking why she thought we should consult with a psychiatrist and I am waiting for her response.
Anyway the bottom line here is I need to find a way to stop crying at the mere mention/thought of things.
I am about to embark on quite a hefty fight with the School District and Custody Battle.
This is going to require composure.
Lots of it.