It's been months of suspicion...months of wondering. Months of me battling family saying
"He's fine, Ada."
"He's a normal little boy."
" There's nothing wrong with him"
"You're going to label him"
"He doesn't need to see a specialist"
And today we finally got our answer. Everett is Autistic. I feel so many things, relief that we finally have an answer, sadness that he will likely struggle more than others and guilt. Guilt that I did something wrong somehow. That mama guilt is no joke. It will drag you all the way down if you let it.
So, now what? Well, the specialist would like to do some blood work so that they can check for a few genetic things. He also said Everett is high functioning and even though he may be different he certainly would live a happy healthy life. And isn't that all we want for our children? To be happy and healthy?
We are also going to be working with an occupational therapist and a speech therapist since Everett is delayed in a few areas and has some sensory issues.
I've always tried to treat Everett like his own little person, Autistic or not. He is a little person with very big feelings and no was to express himself. We bought him a saucer swing today and I think having more sensory items like that will help him blossom and open up. I feel like his language is like a lock box, we just have to find the right key to unlock it all. His speech therapist said she definitely sees a disconnect between Everett's understanding with commands.
If you ask a two year old to do a small simple command they usually can complete whatever that task is...like "Can you take off your shoes, can you point to the cow, will you bring me a book". And honestly Everett's twin brother Foster can complete those tasks pretty simply.easily, but for Everett there's some kind of missing link or disconnect.
I'll continue to post our journey and progress as we try to navigate this new chapter of our life.
Lord, when my heart is overwhelmed, overwhelm me with Your peace. Lead me to You, my rock. Guide me to Your Word which gives me strength and refuge. Help me not to run to lesser things. Draw me to run to You first. Help me get into the habit of taking my “overwhelmed” and placing it under your will. Thank You, Lord.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.