Finally a diagnosis soon after so many years of being told I’m crazy. Pediatricians, family, friends and more told me Khloe had nothing wrong with her. I was told she was a little over hyper and a screamer, but there was not anything out of the ordinary wrong with her.
Finally someone believes me other than hubby and a few select others. It has taken DCF and a great school system (they’re amazing and support us 100% as a homeschooling family) to get her the evaluations she so desperately needs. We’re beginning with speech, but she will also meet with a psychologist, special education and occupational therapist and await an official diagnosis.
Finally with a diagnosis we can create a plan and figure how to safely bring her down from an outburst. We can find activities to help counteract her flip outs and give her some Khloe time. We can work together as a family with the help of everyone to figure out what does and doesn’t work for her.
Finally I can love her the way I want to, the way she needs to be without being driven to the brink of insanity. Don’t mistake that for not loving her currently, I’ve loved her before she was born and every day since even more. I’d give my life for her, for any of my kids, but it can be frustrating and stressful when you have a autistic (or potentially autistic) child.
Finally I can hope some of my amazing, beautiful, intelligent and loving Khloe will be seen by the world and not just what appears to be a child misbehaving and disobeying her parents.