“You baby him. He’s almost eleven years old and you are still helping him get his socks on straight.” “You can’t keep treating him like a baby. He is old enough to sleep through the night. You need some tough love here.” “You are still helping him tie his shoes? Are you kidding me? How… Continue reading Am I Babying My Son?
“I can think of better ideas, Momma, if you just let me walk around.” My eleven-year-old son was narrating a story, as part of our writing lesson for the day. I was typing his words as he spoke them and had asked him to stay close to me so I could hear him spin his tale.… Continue reading Movement and Learning For The Older Child
I heard the sound of glass breaking before I could get to his room. I ran in, and a book flew past my head and hit the wall behind me. My son, crying, out of breath, and full of rage, had completely lost control. He was swinging his arms wildly and pacing. He was muttering,… Continue reading My Explosive Child Has Lost Control – What Do I do?
What’s going to happen when he’s older and able to do more damage? Someone is going to get hurt. What if the neighbors call the police? I can’t do this for the rest of my life. We don’t have the money for another window repair. At what point do I call 911? I never thought… Continue reading Calming An Explosive Child
When my son kicked the windshield, I didn’t think it would break. I was wrong. Apparently, the force of losing all rational thought and ability was enough to crack it from end to end. He was crying, flailing and screaming at me. “I can’t do it. Mommmmeeeeeeeee. I can’t. I can’t go in.” We were… Continue reading Why Is My Child So Explosive?
A sweet friend texted me last week from a waiting room. Her son was in the room next door, undergoing additional neuropsychological evaluations. She said she knew I would understand. The waiting. The mounting fear. The worry. The silence. The beige decor. The straining to hear what was being said on the other side of the… Continue reading For The Waiting Room Mom
I have been scratched, spat on, threatened, punched and called names. There are holes in the walls, windows that have been broken, iPads that will never be the same and stains on the ceiling that will not come out no matter how hard I scrub. Our school day often involves more than one book or… Continue reading Parenting An Explosive Child
My child ate kleenex in his therapy session last week. He nonchalantly picked up the box, pulled out a few pieces and started taking bites like it was a turkey sandwich. When he was done, he broke the box itself in half, put it on his head like a hat, and got back to coloring… Continue reading The Hardest Part Of Homeschooling My Children With Special Needs
When the psychiatrist first gave us the list of diagnoses, I was a little stunned. “You see four different diagnoses here, just in one day’s time?” “Well, yes. Based on his history and everything we have seen, it’s clear. The good news is, now that we know, we can treat these conditions. Let’s make a… Continue reading Finding A Treatment Plan That Works
The last six months have been a haze of doctors’ offices, medications, meltdowns and unexplained illnesses for my youngest son. He has received several different, significant diagnoses in this time frame. He has been treated according to the standard protocol for each of these diagnoses. Nothing has worked. As a result, after a very serious… Continue reading Misdiagnosis – When Doctors Don’t Have Answers
My youngest son is ten years old. It took him three years (count them, three years) to learn the alphabet fluently. Four years to spell and write his first and last name correctly. He still sometimes fails to recognize basic sight words, that he has been practicing for the better part of five years. I… Continue reading When Your Child Is A “Slow Learner”
Lately, there has been no escape from the endless lists. Of symptoms Of medications Of side effects Of doctors appointments Of helpful books to read Of therapists to see Of other people who have struggled with the same differences and grew up to be perfectly amazing Of diagnoses Of educational options Of future possibilities for… Continue reading My Children Are More Than Their Differences
“How are you doing?” the psychologist asked, after his session with my son. I am asked this a lot lately. By sweet friends. By my family. By my husband. By many of you. I am grateful that I am asked. But I am never really sure how to respond. The last few weeks (really months)… Continue reading What Do I Do Now That My Child Has A Diagnosis?