A day at the Autism Center. Kind of like this scene from Drop Dead Fred.
What a funny place. It was crazy to me to see how much Casey was like the other kids there. That place got WILD. There was also the statistically correct amount of boys and girls there, four boys and 1 girl.
All of the moms there looked a lot like me. Tired. The exhaustion in that room seemed almost palpable. Overweight -but not obese, because I imagine we all do our share of running after the children. The parents seemed just as autistic as the kids. We didn’t talk to each other. I couldn’t get anyone to look at me in the eye. I felt like flapping my hands a little, so I sat on them. The boys talked WAY TOO LOUDLY (way too LOUD? I hate adverbs). There were fun shrieks and no personal space at all. It was like Casey had found his group of imaginary friends.
There was another feeling in that room. You could really FEEL how much these moms loved their kids. THAT was almost palpable, too. Hard, fought for love.
It was a great day. Casey had an evaluation with a developmental psychiatrist to go over his medications and we’ve decided to try something new. Sounds like it will be super helpful for the AD/HD component without having him be on a stimulant. It also opened all of the doors to the center for us, so if we have a need to see someone else there, we won’t have to wait another eight months.
I liked spending time with just Casey. It’s rare. We took the ferry home. Casey got a slurpee from the Galley, I got a pint sized clam chowder that tasted like heaven. I don’t mind the drive now, either. Which is nice, because we’re going back on Thursday for Abby’s swallow study.