As soon as we walked in the building, I knew this wasn’t going to go well. There was people everywhere and a ton of kids. As I suspected, Rayce immediately threw himself on the floor and stiffened like a board. I tried talking to him, asked him if he wanted to play, you know, just tried to get him to calm down. He wanted nothing to do with anything. Thankfully someone came from around the corner and said he needs out of here. She swooped him up and took him into a quit building. I started to cry. I think mainly because I was finally relieved. Relieved that someone finally understood what I had been feeling and going through for years. Usually we just get stares and no one really ever cared to help. I then knew we were in the right place.
We got into the other building, but Rayce was still out of it and screaming so, I said give him a min he will come to. She started going over the paper work with us and as soon as everyone left him alone he started lining up the blocks by color. She finished going over the paper work, asked me a ton of questions, and then began the evaluation. I listened while they worked with him and thought he did really well. Then, she went over everything with me, she basically said she is concerned about a lot of his behavior, and his language skills. She said his social interaction is really impaired and his communication skills are really limited. She said she would ask him a question but he never had an answer. He always said, “I don’t know or that one”.
She said we should receive a letter within a couple weeks with a detailed report and some “interventions” or things he needs to work on. Then, they would bring him back in about a month and re-test him. She said she has a clear understanding of what is going on, but that the government says they have to do it this way. Then, I made the mistake of asking her what she observed. I couldn't just wait for the letter lol. She told me she saw a lot of autistic characteristics but not enough to be classified as full-blown. She said we are mostly dealing with PDD-NOS basically autism at a high functioning level.
Initially I was in shock. It's not exactly something you want to hear. DH and I fought the whole way home because he doesn’t think anything is wrong with his son. I tried to explain to him that these are professionals that have an education. They are not just some Joe who thought it would be fun to diagnosis your son today. He wanted to hear none of it, and we really haven’t talked about it since. I did some reading on PDD-NOS. The more I read I quickly knew she was dead on. I know we have a long road ahead of us, but I am so happy that Rayce will finally get the help he needs. I’m excited to get the ball rolling.
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