The sense of urgency when your child receives a diagnoses of autism can be overwhelming. It is as if everyone is yelling 'early intervention' at you. As a parent, you are of course willing to do anything and everything possible to help your child but the choice of options is phenomenal as well as expensive.
Lets move to the best school district tomorrow. No make that today, or yesterday come to think of it. Wait a minute the best therapist is in the opposite direction. Can we commute? How often can we commute? Can we afford it? Should we live on a train permanently and save money on rent? Nevermind, the best therapist in the area has a waiting list of over 8 months. Goodee we've avoided living on a train for the next 8 months.
It is at this early stage, that parents most resemble headless chickens. Every free moment is spent on research. Every other moment is spent worrying. It is a frantic time for everyone. Do something! Do something now! Anything! Fix it before it's all too late. Someone will be shutting that window of opportunity and you're going to squish your fingers. [ translation = or something much more dire]
As I look at my son on his eight birthday, I'm not so sure about that window of opportunity, but if there really is a window, it's wide open, and the view has a bit more perspective. Many happy returns of the day. Now pass me that chicken, I have the time to pluck it.
If you’d like a different take from a high brow perspective, you can nip along and visit “Kristina” – must be something in the ether.