I don’t know how else to begin this post, so I’ll start with “we were right”. We went to the appointment with the specialists at the children’s hospital. They saw the same things in L that we see everyday. L is autistic. He now has a diagnosis.
Here’s the weird thing: I’m not upset with L being diagnosed with ASD. I’m not upset about the diagnosis, because I already knew it. I was upset about it months ago, when my husband and I realised what was going on. We went through a very emotional process then. Now, the diagnosis is validation. I AM a good mom. I do KNOW my kid. I’ve let other peoples opinions make me feel crazy and doubt the doctors. Now I know that I can trust my instincts and our doctors, and I will learn to stand up for myself.
The best part of the diagnosis is that now we know where to go from here. We have referrals to some new therapy programs. The people at the autism center were amazing and so informative. We left there with such a positive outlook and so many ideas on how to help my little boy.
Now I have to be an advocate for a minute. We were told that if we hadn’t started early intervention therapies with L, we would be in a very different place. I have a small request of my readers. If you notice any delays in your child, or if your gut tells you that something isn’t quite right, talk to your doctor. It could make a huge difference in your child’s life.