We just got back from duPont with Ethan, seeing a developmental pediatrician there. The Dr. gave him a diagnosis of PDD-NOS, which is on the autism spectrum. Going into this, I didn’t even THINK of it, but once she explained her reasoning, ie all the “odd things” he does that we’ve wondered about, it makes a lot of sense.
I admit to being a little nervous and overwhelmed now that we have a label. Before, it was just his quirks and he would grow out of them right? But now, ok, I have to face up to the fact that he does have a problem and can we help him with it.
I know that this appointment and the label do not change the child that he is–he is the same kid with the same problems yesterday and today and tomorrow. But autism is a scary word. It’s an unknown world, one that I have previously pathetically grateful NOT to be a part of. We have all this stuff–each of the triplets has at least one “issue” that we deal with, if not more than one. So now here’s just one more thing to add to the long list–the one that I really try to never put together all at one time because it’s really LONG.
But you know what? In this diagnosis, I’m not mad at God. That makes for a nice change.