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My poor lil boy. There is reason to believe that he is autistic. He is going to be seen at the pediatrician's office next Friday. Of course, he doesn't know the difference. I fear him being labeled. He is a bright intelligent lil shit. At three years of age, he knows all of his abc's, his basic colors and shapes, can count to thirty, spell his name, spell basic words like cat and dog, and recognize them when he sees them. He's so smart. And yet, I guess in my heart I've always known that there was something different. He doesnt' make eye contact with people. He isn't at his age level in his speech.
Eric has been going to speech therapy for some time. His teacher just told me last week that he really should be tested.
No matter what, I know what he really is, and that is a loving smart lil boy. I just wish the rest of the world saw him that way. People in public always look at him because he can't talk and he throws mini fits, and they call him retarded or act like he isn't disciplined. I fuckin hate people.
I'm not even sure how to write about this. Right now, I just want to help my little boy. Then I guess I'll worry about straightening out the rest of the world.
21 weeks prego and counting.. :)
Eric has been going to speech therapy for some time. His teacher just told me last week that he really should be tested.
No matter what, I know what he really is, and that is a loving smart lil boy. I just wish the rest of the world saw him that way. People in public always look at him because he can't talk and he throws mini fits, and they call him retarded or act like he isn't disciplined. I fuckin hate people.
I'm not even sure how to write about this. Right now, I just want to help my little boy. Then I guess I'll worry about straightening out the rest of the world.
21 weeks prego and counting.. :)