We are in month 5 of speech, occupational and developmental therapy for my 2.5 year old son. Suddenly, after 5 relatively calm months... I'm afraid I've had a minor meltdown tonight, and I just feel an undeniable need to pour out the things that are weighing on my heart. I don't know why I feel compelled to post it here. I've never been much of a forum poster, but for some reason I feel like letting all my feelings out there. I've been reading parts and pieces of this forum the last 2 days. I don't know anyone here, maybe that makes it easier. That and the fact that I'm fairly certain no one here will judge my moment of weakness. I read some of the posts from the amazing individuals and parents on this board and I feel a little guilty for having my momentary pity party, when in reality I am so blessed in so many ways. Anyway, please don't feel any obligation to read (this is going to be painfully long, trust me!), just know that I'm an overtired mom of some phenomenal kids, and I'm just feeling a little inadequate tonight... So heres the rant that I just can't keep inside.
My DS is 2.5 years old, he and his sister (5.5 years old) light up my life in a way I'll never be able to put into words. Abby lights up my life in an every day little girl way that is brilliant, and mind boggling all at the same time. She's overwhelmingly intelligent, sweetly sensitive, silly, witty, sharp, nurturing and mature beyond her 5 short years.
My little Andy is mostly non verbal at this point, a definite sensory seeker, significantly delayed in both expressive and receptive speech. And he is magical and mysterious. He is so huggable, and loving. He's always looking at me with this silly little grin waiting to be tickled, or turned upside down, or chased into the other room so he can run away laughing. There are little things going on in his mind that he doesn't know how to share with me, and that I'm afraid I'll never find out on my own. He keeps his secrets locked away and shares them with his "guys" which are his favorite little toys. He lays in bed at night talking to himself, or to someone/something I can't see. For an hour or more I hear him in there totally content in his big boy bed laughing, babbling, squealing... having a little party all his own. He does the same thing in the morning when he wakes up, content with his own company. He is so easy to be with, so easy to take care of, just so easy in every way. He grabs my hand and drags me around the house to show me things, or ask me for what he wants. He lights up like the sun when he plays with his big sister. They are miraculous together. I just fill up with unexplainable joy watching them, playing with them, tucking them in at night. I'm so afraid people are going to think I feel burdened, or that I'm complaining. I am not burdened, and I have nothing to complain about. I'm just scared....
I feel inadequate to be an advocate for this sweet little boy. I love him, and I accept him, but it pains me to admit I don't always understand him. And not understanding means I don't always know what he needs. Up until this point I've taken all my cues from the 3 therapists that come into my house to work with him. As fabulous as they are, it occurs to me that I need to be less afraid if I am going be the best advocate for him. Does he have sensory processing disorder? Absolutely, he has sensory issues. That much at least I have a good grip on. Is he autistic, or on the spectrum? I have no idea, cause I shut down everytime the word enters my mind. Our speech therapist referred me to a book called "More than Words" I was so excited to look it up... until I saw that it was for autistic children. At that point I didn't have any interest in it. What is wrong with me? Why am I so scared of the possibilities? Would any label change the joy that I feel when I look at my son? Absolutely not! Maybe I'm doing a disservice to him by blocking any potentially negative thoughts from my mind. Maybe I'm trying to stay positive as a way to help him. I don't know, and I don't know what the best approach is. I'm scared of so many things...
Scared that people are going to judge him by a label.
Scared that the therapists are lumping him into group and treating him how they expect him to be, rather than how he really is.
Scared that by trying to be his "safe haven" that I am being too passive about helping him grow and learn.
Scared that if I am more active in trying to teach and work vigilantly on techniques and language, that I'll be part of the stress and stop being his "safe haven" and then where does he find that safety and security?
Scared that I won't find the balance in how to be mother and teacher.
Scared to know that at daycare he plays be himself and sits on the sidelines at circle time, and knowing no one there understands him, or takes extra interest in him.
Scared I won't find a place where the people understand him and take interest in him. He doesn't get a lot of extra attention, the squeaky wheel gets the oil, and Andy isn't squeaky, he's content, so people leave him alone.
And I'm scared that I was too complacent in noticing what has going on with him, because he was always so happy and easy going, he never did squeak, so we never went out of our way to look for problems.
Mostly, I am so so scared that I'm not ever going to fully unwrap the mystery of my delightful little man. That I won't be the mom he needs to make the best out of his life, and to give him the most chance at success.
I don't know what all the answers are, or what the right treatment approaches are. As a mom, I know certain things to be true about my son, and I'm holding onto them for now. I feel as if time is ticking away too quickly and I can't keep up. So I'm just going to hold onto what I know, and pray to God that I don't take us down the wrong path.
Thanks for letting me take some space on the board tonight. Like I said in the beginning, it's a little out of character for me, but I just felt like I was going to over flow if I didn't purge a little. I can't tell you how much I appreciate having this safe place to let it all out.
Best wishes to all,
Karen
My DS is 2.5 years old, he and his sister (5.5 years old) light up my life in a way I'll never be able to put into words. Abby lights up my life in an every day little girl way that is brilliant, and mind boggling all at the same time. She's overwhelmingly intelligent, sweetly sensitive, silly, witty, sharp, nurturing and mature beyond her 5 short years.
My little Andy is mostly non verbal at this point, a definite sensory seeker, significantly delayed in both expressive and receptive speech. And he is magical and mysterious. He is so huggable, and loving. He's always looking at me with this silly little grin waiting to be tickled, or turned upside down, or chased into the other room so he can run away laughing. There are little things going on in his mind that he doesn't know how to share with me, and that I'm afraid I'll never find out on my own. He keeps his secrets locked away and shares them with his "guys" which are his favorite little toys. He lays in bed at night talking to himself, or to someone/something I can't see. For an hour or more I hear him in there totally content in his big boy bed laughing, babbling, squealing... having a little party all his own. He does the same thing in the morning when he wakes up, content with his own company. He is so easy to be with, so easy to take care of, just so easy in every way. He grabs my hand and drags me around the house to show me things, or ask me for what he wants. He lights up like the sun when he plays with his big sister. They are miraculous together. I just fill up with unexplainable joy watching them, playing with them, tucking them in at night. I'm so afraid people are going to think I feel burdened, or that I'm complaining. I am not burdened, and I have nothing to complain about. I'm just scared....
I feel inadequate to be an advocate for this sweet little boy. I love him, and I accept him, but it pains me to admit I don't always understand him. And not understanding means I don't always know what he needs. Up until this point I've taken all my cues from the 3 therapists that come into my house to work with him. As fabulous as they are, it occurs to me that I need to be less afraid if I am going be the best advocate for him. Does he have sensory processing disorder? Absolutely, he has sensory issues. That much at least I have a good grip on. Is he autistic, or on the spectrum? I have no idea, cause I shut down everytime the word enters my mind. Our speech therapist referred me to a book called "More than Words" I was so excited to look it up... until I saw that it was for autistic children. At that point I didn't have any interest in it. What is wrong with me? Why am I so scared of the possibilities? Would any label change the joy that I feel when I look at my son? Absolutely not! Maybe I'm doing a disservice to him by blocking any potentially negative thoughts from my mind. Maybe I'm trying to stay positive as a way to help him. I don't know, and I don't know what the best approach is. I'm scared of so many things...
Scared that people are going to judge him by a label.
Scared that the therapists are lumping him into group and treating him how they expect him to be, rather than how he really is.
Scared that by trying to be his "safe haven" that I am being too passive about helping him grow and learn.
Scared that if I am more active in trying to teach and work vigilantly on techniques and language, that I'll be part of the stress and stop being his "safe haven" and then where does he find that safety and security?
Scared that I won't find the balance in how to be mother and teacher.
Scared to know that at daycare he plays be himself and sits on the sidelines at circle time, and knowing no one there understands him, or takes extra interest in him.
Scared I won't find a place where the people understand him and take interest in him. He doesn't get a lot of extra attention, the squeaky wheel gets the oil, and Andy isn't squeaky, he's content, so people leave him alone.
And I'm scared that I was too complacent in noticing what has going on with him, because he was always so happy and easy going, he never did squeak, so we never went out of our way to look for problems.
Mostly, I am so so scared that I'm not ever going to fully unwrap the mystery of my delightful little man. That I won't be the mom he needs to make the best out of his life, and to give him the most chance at success.
I don't know what all the answers are, or what the right treatment approaches are. As a mom, I know certain things to be true about my son, and I'm holding onto them for now. I feel as if time is ticking away too quickly and I can't keep up. So I'm just going to hold onto what I know, and pray to God that I don't take us down the wrong path.
Thanks for letting me take some space on the board tonight. Like I said in the beginning, it's a little out of character for me, but I just felt like I was going to over flow if I didn't purge a little. I can't tell you how much I appreciate having this safe place to let it all out.
Best wishes to all,
Karen