ARRGH I am so frustrated right now! Bunch of so-called specialists offering a label but no help. A child neurologist diagnoses my daughter as “austistic”(but not very specific on where in the spectrum she is) and says we need to send her little 3 year old butt to school now, where to get her tested for admission into the school, blah blah. Okay, we go…at the admissions office, they try to test her reflexes, eyesight, motor skills, yadda yadda but guess what? She’s being tested for the fucking place because she’s different! That means their hearing test where she’s supposed to point to the blue airplane won’t work with her! She couldn’t give a shit less about blue or airplanes! So, now I have to track down an even more specialized specialist to get her hearing tested…(Gee, I’m still kinda new to the area, could you MAYBE give me a list of places/people who do these tests instead of just ushering us out the door?)
To top it off, I get a call from a woman at the child neurologist’s office this morning “Regarding Katie”…okay, I call her back. Twice. The first time, she couldn’t hear me and so just hung up on me. (Is it too much to ask for someone in a professional place to say in a case like this, “If anyone is there, I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to call back.”?) Is it regarding Katie? No. It’s regarding money, and the fact my insurance company is being slow about paying them. Could she have said it was regarding an outstanding bill? I think so.
By the way…I am getting a little fed up with people making assumptions about my daughter when I mention she was diagnosed as autistic. (She’s a non-verbal three-year-old, which can be a blessing in itself, but she’s not going to say “hi” back, tell you her name or do any other stupid toddler tricks.) She’s not the three-year-old female version of Rainman, she’s not going to be good with numbers unless she finds an interest in them, and I doubt she’ll be smarter than her older brother. Well, wait, she IS female, that in itself may raise her IQ.
I feel lighter with that off my chest.
P.S. Wasn’t sure where to put this, but I thought this was the most likely the place for it.