I probably should have made this call a long time ago. I've had concerns for a long time, but I thought I could handle everything on my own. The quirks and issues weren't really affecting anyone's quality of life, so I thought we could just muddle though on our own.
Only...things are getting worse. There are definite "quality of life" issues going on here, and we're all affected. Our life revolves around the quirks and issues. Our outings have to be micromanaged with planning for every possible disastrous outcome.
It.is.exhausting.
Certain quirks are always there. Every day. Those we've learned to manage pretty well.
Other quirks seem to be cyclical. Those are the bad ones. Those are the ones that leave me sobbing on the kitchen floor, feeling completely incompetent and incapable of moving forward. Those are the quirks that shut our entire family down for weeks at a time, everyone on edge, everyone anxious, everyone defeated.
But those bad quirks...oh...those bad quirks...when they leave? Pure bliss. It's the only thing that keeps me going during those low times. I know life will be so good SO GOOD on the other side.
And it is.
And I ease back into thinking we can handle this. That it really isn't a big deal.
But it is.
And I need help.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Making The Call
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I've been thinking (and praying!) for you all day. Kids are truly the biggest thing that will rend your heart in two. (Not by their own fault).
I really hope you find some answers. Being an advocate for your kid, whether in the realm of physical or mental health, is a tricky, difficult, and heart-wrenching task. You? Are a brave and awesome mama for taking the step to do it.
Remember, during those rough times, you've got ears to hear you out, (like mine). Use them. Don't do this alone!
Will still be praying and thinking of y'all.
Sad and true that "diagnosis" often means "label"-but it can also mean answers and plans and strategies for coping and improvement.You are an awesome Mom-trust yourself and never be afraid to ask for help.
My mom traveled this path with my brother. He was 'labeled' with ADHD. Some days the label stuck in a bad way. Some days it truly helped him.
Lifting your fam up... and hoping peace comes your way.
Sweetie, I am here. I have been there, and it can and will be better. Please, please let me know if I can help you in ANY way. Hugs to you.
My son (13) got his diagnosis when he was 5.
I'm keeping you and your family in my thoughts today.
Girl, I'm thinking of you. Please know that and feel free to vent to me any time. I am here to listen. love you!
Oh, lady. I hope you find the help you need. A diagnosis, any diagnosis, is better than wondering and worrying...
It will get better.
My degree is in early childhood special ed. I've cared for children whose parents had no idea their child needed something extra, and parents who knew but didn't know how to get help, or who just weren't willing to.
Kudos to you for making the call.
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