Thursday, May 6, 2010
o'er hill and dale
This week we had two appointments for our Theo. One with his doc, which went swimmingly--his speech was clear, his mood was bright, his thoughts were clever. When Dr R. asked if Theo knew the other kids' names at the park, Theo put his little finger on his chin and said, "Hmm. I'll have to think about what their names are." No blocks, no repeated sounds. Just Charm.
The second appointment was on Wednesday, with the SLP Speech and Language Pathologist (oh look, the slp slp!). This meeting was completely different, kid-wise, than the one the day before. Initially, Theo had one small block "M-m-mom." Then some fluid sentences, then the choppy waters. It was the reason we made the calls in the first place, but after a week and a half of much easier talking, and the wonderful exchange with his doc, this interrupted fluency with the SLP was upsetting. And that she recommended so quickly that he continue with the assessment and get started in a speech group asap--it was a bit heavy for me. Before I knew it, I was filling out forms and going over paperwork and setting up more testing. (I didn't have the courage to ask why the h-e-double-hockey sticks they ask the 'race' question. filling in the ethnicity form was mandatory to receive services--and the feds DO say ethnicity, which makes me more comfortable semantically, but the 'why' is still a mystery to me.) So we go back next week for more testing, which is basically a conversation between Theo and the pathologist. I hope it goes better--it was roasting in the school basement, and Theo cried when it was time to leave. He actually ran out of the room and was very upset. He didn't nap the day before, so he didn't sleep well at night either; maybe he'll be in a better mood, maybe the exchange wont be as taxing on him.
All the talk of IEP's and the formality of the paperwork, having to sign off that I, as the parent/guardian, consent to therapy and even the initial assessment--wow. Now I see why parents of kids with other developmental issues shy away from treatment. It is scary. And to have to say that my brilliant child has a need that I cannot provide for, that he really isn't perfect...I hate that. I'm rather sad. And we WANT to do the right thing, we want him to keep his confidence and his charm, so we WILL continue. And I think we are going to look into a play/pre-school class for the fall. I know. I changed my mind on that one.