Sometimes I am really tempted to say “thanks for the diagnosis, now we know what we’re dealing with, we’ll take it from here.”
It’s all so overwhelming: the paperwork, the phone calls, emails, “snail” mail, appointments, meetings, observations, evaluations… it never ends.
Right now, for example, I’m in the midst of a parent training for ABA and the homework that comes with it. This is while trying to get our affairs in order to get Emily in school (which involves a list of requirements of its own, including an “observation” in our home, which involves another marathon cleaning session).
This is, of course, in addition to the day-to-day struggles that come with being an ASD parent.
Also, I’m in the midst of a Medical Assistant training that requires a LOT of study. I am getting by, basically by doing only what is graded. I don’t know half the stuff I need for the midterms next week. If I don’t learn this stuff, I could harm people!
Oh, and did I mention, Emily has a cold that seems to be heading to bronchitis territory? Yeah. That too.
Can I take it all back? Say my kid is… eccentric… and call it a day?
I could really use a nap.