Learning to Thrive

From the News and Observer:

Had I known more about autism, I think I’d have recognized it earlier. The signals were all there from the beginning – the speech delay, the inarticulate moaning, the arm flapping hop-step he does when he’s happy. He could name every planet in our solar system and tell you what each one was like before he could respond to his name. He could tell me the difference between a meteorite, asteroid and comet before he could tell me what he wanted for lunch.

When he still wasn’t progressing typically by age 3, our pediatrician recommended screening him for learning disabilities. I was terrified, but I was also desperate. When it came to connecting with my kid, all my instincts were wrong. Kisses hurt. Hugs were OK, but only sometimes. A conversation was comically out of reach. I’ve always loved him. But I didn’t know him. I wanted to know my son.

After seven months of doctor’s visits, a panel of specialists came back with their verdict, and I hated every one of them for it. Of course I’d known a diagnosable problem was possible. Getting a diagnosis and getting help was the whole point. (Read more.)

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