The Day That Changed Our Family

April 2, 2014

So it was a routine 2yr check up. The doctor had me fill out a questionnaire. I didn’t pay much attention to it. Looking back I never had the “I knew something was wrong” feeling so many other mothers reported. I expected his speech would be delayed by a previous warning from the doctor since his sister was just 2 years older, she would “speak for him”. My son was all over the place in the office, which was out of character for him. After the doctor came in and did the normal check up he brought out the form and asked a few more questions then it came… He said, “I believe he is Autistic and I think you need to see a specialist.” He went further to say it could be that he is just quirky but we can’t wait years to find out. The sooner we intervene the best chance we have for good outcomes. I didn’t expect to hear anything in particular at the visit that day, we were gonna get a few shots and go home, I didn’t really even understand what he was saying I don’t think. He brought me a stack of papers with instructions to call several places and not to wait to start the process that day. That’s when I started to become a little concerned. About 1,000 things were racing through my head, I had failed my child, I had missed some critical piece or pieces somewhere along the way and now he was paying for it. I held it together until I got to the car, then I started crying. Called my husband and it took him a minute to understand my babbling then he just calmly said, he’s still the same boy you walked in the office with an hour ago and we love him the same as we did then. I made the calls starting that day as instructed and was forced to answer questions and really examine things in a different light. Then I was almost panicked to get everything going for him like that moment not months from then as I was told would be the wait.
Next began the task of sharing with friends and family which I was honestly very reluctant. Then a friend said, “Hey your remember so-and -so? Their son is autistic talk to her.” A few more weeks went by and I did and she is the one who connected us with Hope Center and we started the process their early in 2013. Over the course of the past year he has made lots of progress but measurement of progress is different than with neuro-typical children. We cherish gains differently with him as we know they don’t come as easy and we love the sound of his little voice which is more common these days, but it wasn’t that long ago we really didn’t even know what it would sound like….

Little victories are big victories now.