Thursday night and I am tired. I didn’t disappear I’ve just been getting into the groove of the school year. Thanks so much for following me, it looks like I still have some die hard blog followers.
On October 1st of last year (2009) I bravely took my journal out of hiding and started keeping track of P’s words. P was 3 years 4 months old when he finally started talking. One month later I stopped journaling because I was not able to keep up. Today I am still not able to keep up with documenting his progress. Yeah P!
P is a big old boss. He can boss me around any day of the week. He likes to tell me when to sit, where to sit, when to stand, where to stand, demands a particular snack (and only that one will suffice), what show he will watch, and if he will even direct me saying “that way” to his favorite store, Target. Oh yes he gets his sense of directions from his momma, so he knows exactly where to go.
And the reality check is that there is still so far to go. I am little embarrased to say but I applied for a handicap placard for P. Our pediatrician thought it was great idea. As I have said I can’t physically handle P anymore. He is more than half my size as a 4 year old and weighs about 53 pounds. He refuses to hold my hand and will rush into traffic if I am not on top of him. The other day I was scared I would have to enlist a store employee to help me get him out of a store. I use to nastily stare at the parents who had their children on leashes. Boy do I now wish I could find one for P that would fit him. I have a game plan for each and every store I may have to enter with P. This usually means I have to enter a P perferred store before I can even go grocery shopping. I have had store clerks yell at me for keeping him in the big part of the cart and random passerby’s telling me P is too big to be in a stroller. Recently an ignorant teenager said ”put him on a leash” as I held P sideways facing away from me kicking and screaming so he wouldn’t hit me, he had already punched and hit his dad knocking his glasses off his face. The teenager was very lucky I was holding P. Although I would love to see them handle him even if he wasn’t tantruming and gave the group of teenagers the I want to kill you stare. I can only focus on educating people on what P’s disability means. His disability is not going away we just have to adapt and be flexible to his needs.
To get me to the next day I only think of the good. P has surpassed the normal skill level expected for so many children diagnosed with Autism. I want to give a big fat tongue stick out to the nuerologists who gave us no hope. And hope to stroll into his office one day and have him undiagnose P. I have so many firsts to look forward to this year. I am a little over 2 weeks away from hearing him say “trick or treat” for the first time. More importantly everyone else will hear him say it too.

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