It is Confirmed!

I was referring to the stupidity of having to wait till he was three years old for an autism diagnosis for my son when I knew when he was six MONTHS old that he was autistic. So we were holding on, waiting for my girl to be the right age to test for what I always feared- dysgraphia and dyscalculia.

And finally after a long wait for the report of assessments completed in February. It is written. My poor angel has them indeed. Basically it’s a disorder that stops you writing clearly and well (‘dysgraphia’), and a “specific learning disorder of mathematics” aka “dyscalculia.” She can’t learn these things. These are incurable and hers are quite severe.

The final conclusion is one I’d drawn last year when she asked, “ mBut what job will I be able to have?? Can I go to university? Isn’t it too higher grade for me?” I told her I suspected it might be too much but there are jobs where she doesn’t need to have done academics. I’ve been following The Living Link even though none of my children are the right age. It’s a hands on practical training place for disabled (in different ways) youths to find jobs. Macdonald’s, car factory.. I knew one day that someone with thorough training in all these tests might state what I have felt for a long time. “She would benefit from a vocational/practical educational curriculum.”

You know when someone makes you feel like you’re a bad parent? The first educational psychologist I saw brushed away all my worries (It’s bad guys. In some cognitive skills she’s actually become WORSE. She’s in the lowest of the low in many thinking ability type skills.) and said, “No! She will be fine, she’s fine! She will be able to be a lawyer.” Nope! With the reading challenges, memory etc? Nah! And that’s ok!

I love my girl and more than anything else, I feel the weight lifting. I know my angels. I know their weaknesses AND their strengths.

God will help us figure it out.

I opened the bathroom door and BOOM, there they were. The younger one had been yelling and yelling that I must come out. Stress is not good for a stressed bladder! And then there’d been silence so I got a huge fright when I opened the door and found them there!

I told them I was putting their photo online so people could see the children who when I expressed shock and fright at their presence, had their five year old spokesman saying, “But of course we were waiting! You were taking too long! You need to know I finished my food..so I’m waiting for my treat from you!”

Priorities ☺️