Pookie "officially" received his diagnosis Wednesday, June 22nd at aprx. 2:15pm. Although the doctor felt he was close to being diagnosed as having Pervasive Developmental Disorder with SO..........she said that due to a few "oddball" characteristics, he was getting a diagnosis of High Functioning Autism instead.
Am I surprised? No. Is it still a blow to me? Yes.
I'm not really sure why this hit me hard at all. Since Pook was a year and a half old, I suspected that he would end up with a diagnosis on the Autism spectrum. Although I went back and forth with specialists along the way suggesting High Functioning Autism, PDD, or Asperger's, we all knew he was somewhere on the spectrum. I've pushed for him to get the early intervention he needed with therapies and geared them towards Autism as I found these therapies helped him reach his potential. High Functioning Autism isn't a new concept for me regarding Pookie. I've realized a diagnosis on the spectrum was coming for the last 3 1/2 years. Yet, after hearing the "official" diagnosis, it was as if something inside of me fell flat.
I've discovered that throughout the years, secretly inside, in a place hidden from even myself, I was hoping. I was hoping that maybe the problem was my parenting skills. Maybe, somehow, I'd gone wrong with the third child. Maybe it was because I had health issues that limited me the first years of his life and his "oddities" was a direct result of this. I hoped that when others said, "He's just spoiled" or "You let him get away with to much"........part of me actually hoped this was true. If it was me, then that could be easily changed and dealt with. If I was responsible, then his future was simpler.
It wasn't me though. I'm not saying my parenting is perfect or that I've "succeeded" as a parent. Merely that my son's wonderful oddities aren't "my fault". With that realization, the landscape of his, and my, future has changed. It's not a bad thing. Just different.
As I spent the last week thinking about Pook's official diagnosis and exactly what that means for us, I was given another tentative diagnosis for my soon to be 14 year old son. I went into the appointment expecting to hear that my eldest was possibly ADD or maybe that he was OCD. Yet, when the counselor suggested Aspergers, everything in my world froze. My brain sputtered and gasped for understanding. HOW?? He's almost 14 years old........how could I not have noticed he was on the spectrum? How could I have spent the last 3 and a 1/2 years researching Autism spectrum disorders and not have noticed? How many times did I draw my husband over while researching and say, "He, doesn't this sound like Keeg?" How could I have not made the connection?
ASPERGERS......with this suggested diagnosis, the landscape of the future didn't change. Instead, the future moved to a far distant planet I never considered before. This just doesn't fit. Keegan taught himself to read by age 2 and 1/2. While I was teaching him letters and sounds, he was already reading Dr. Suess books and just didn't reveal it to me. By the time he was in elementary school he was reading high school level books. He breezed through math and grasped science concepts beyond his years. He learned how to play chess after sitting through one single game and spent the rest of the night beating adults that had been playing for years. He started working in college textbooks just this past year, at the age of 13. How how how could this be?
Yet, the more the counselor talked to me and explained characteristics and signs of Asperger's, the more ti all seemed to fit. The lack of concept of personal space and how more often then not you have to remind Keeg to "back up" when he's talking to you. How he never seems to notice that a conversation has, or should have, ended. How he misses social cues, facial expressions, and has never been embarrassed, even when it seemed he should have been.
So, while scheduling Pook's evaluations for increased therapy services, I am now also scheduling evaluations for Keeg to determine if he, in fact, does have Aspergers. Even though I can see the signs, and see the possibility, I know that deep down inside, in a place hidden even to myself, I'll continue to hope that it's just me. That maybe I haven't parented correctly and the oddities that Keeg is exhibiting are in fact a symptom of my poor parenting.
Until the "official" diagnosis comes...............
