Yesterday evening when my husband got home from work we took a trip up to the police station to report what had happend to my son.  The officer said the only thing that he could do is document it, go to the children’s house (only to try to scare them) and send a report to the welfare office that the children were being unruly and not properly managed and to request a home visit.

I guess something is better than nothing. I was secretly hoping for hand cuffs, police sirens, and a jail cell,  but I knew better than that. 

Today my 9 1/2 year old son went across the street to the park to walk his dog around the trail and was jumped by a group of kids. These children were 7 and 8 year olds and there was even a teenager that was offering to pay each kid $2 for each hit they got in.  And it gets worse because not only were they abusing my son they were punching the dog as well. I approached the parents and was laughed at while their kids said maybe if he wasn’t such a queer.

How am I suppose to teach my son life skills if I can’t even let him out of the house?

In the end maybe I shouldn’t of let him go, I was just thinking “It’s just across the street it will only be 5 - 10 minutes. I guess 5-10 minutes was too long. I was wrong!

Kids Who Are Different

by Digby Wolfe

Here’s to the kids who are different,

The kids who don’t always get A’s

The kids who have ears twice the size of their peers,

And noses that go on for days…

Here’s to the kids who are different,

The kids they call crazy or dumb,

The kids who don’t fit with the guts and the grit,

Who dance to a different drum…

Here’s to the kids who are different,

The kids with the mischievous streak,

For when they are grown, as history’s shown,

It’s their differences who make them unique.

 Here I am contemplating whether to cancel my son’s yearly appointment at the neuropsychologist. We have been seeing the same neuropsychologist for 6 years and every year it is the same - an appointment to schedule testing, an appointment to do the testing, and an appointment to get the results of the testing (which always are the same- your son has Asperger’s Syndrome, has ADD, and is Dyslexic). Then he tells us to go to the neurologist (which we already have a appointment), see a counselor (already have one) and that tutoring may help the dyslexia (been doing that for years now). 

 My son is 9 years old, I have accepted that there isn’t a doctor or a medication in this world that can take away the Asperger’s Syndrome. And that’s okay. 

However on the flip side  I worry that if I don’t go that I am being a bad mother.  What if there is something new/different going on with my son that I haven’t recognized or a new therapy that I haven’t found out about.

 How much is enough?

When do the doctor appointments and therapy stop?

When does my son stop being the patient and start being just a kid!?!

Do I really have to hear every year that my son is not neuro-typical and never will be?

My son cringes at the thought of sweat, bugs, and sun in his eyes, but we braved the elements, put our sun glasses on and out we went to weed the yard and garden. Guess what!?! He survived! And what a trooper he was! So as I prepare dinner tonight, he is calming down by watching his favorite movie.  Hooray for Back to the Future Part III

It’s amazing how just a few sentences and a prayer from a complete stranger can have such an effect on me.  It is so comforting to know that there is someone else who gets it, someone else who cares, and that there is someone that took time out of their day to think of me and my son. Bless you!

Earobics is a great kids computer program for kids with auditory processing disorders. I have seen great results in my son.  

Today my son with aspergers asks “When is God going to take this spell off  me so I can be like other kids?”

I went out of my mind looking for lost wheels for my son’s Techdeck skateboards.  Note to self :  Super glue the screws!