Today, we finally had the appointment at the local University. They spent hours evaluating my son. And, they still need time to process the testing. But, the Psychiatrist was preparing us for the "A" word. Now, I hear the "A" Word a lot. Many of my friends have autistic kids. But, my son doesn't behave like they do. 99% of the time, he acts just like everyone else.... a smart, happy (perhaps intense) kid. But that other 1%....
It isn't definite. Just preparations. But, hearing the "A" word associated with my precious little man is hard. I don't want him boxed by society's perception of autism. I don't want people to think of him differently... to this of him as lesser. He is so special... my little man who snuggles me, who challenges me with hard to answer (sometimes unanswerable) questions, who is beautiful and bright and wonderful. I don't want his future defined by what others think he is capable of.
Right now, I don't know what the future holds. I don't know the final diagnosis. I just know that I would do anything to help him have a "normal" life.