The much anticipated, very coveted appointment at Cincinnati Children’s Behavioral Health went down today without a hitch. It even included a funny photo of Evan with a ginormous Alvin (of chippmunk fame) statue, but my phone is being shit-tay, and thus I have to wait to upload it. So anyhow…
We met with a therapist whose name is difficult to pronounce and even more difficult to spell, so she is now and forevermore “Jane” on this little blog. And we talked. And talked. And talked.
Incidentally, did you know that there a gajillion and one ways to ask the same question? Mainly because I cannot see clearly into the mind of Evan. Do I see hopelessness? Apathy? No, I don’t think so. I see a smart little boy who has tremendous meltdowns. Who cannot get along with his peers, is a social outcast. I didn’t know it until Evan ‘fessed up that he has been getting picked on at school. The shrink wanted to know if it was physical or verbal, and he told her it was verbal. This broke my heart. But we’re going to help him.
The plan? The plan is another appointment with the shrink, this time with more one-on-one time with just Evan. What follows that? A battery of tests from the DDBP division. WTF? I don’t know what nit stands for, but I know that they do all of the autism-spectrum-of-disorders diagnoses. Specialists within a specialty. There is a whole team. Some specialize in home interactions and family of origin. Some specialize in interaction with peers and social issues. Some specialize in the academic environment and performance. And they will all evaluate Evan separately, then get together with the information to tell us exactly what is going on in his very capable brain. He will also be having formal IQ testing to determine the precise level of his giftedness.
So what is the verdict? None yet. We just have some ideas of where there needs to be further testing. When I told her that I was not convinced that it was just ADHD, she confirmed that I was right, that ADHD is seldom the only issue. The question is what else is going on? So we are looking at a possible mood disorder, Asperger’s Syndrome, and ADHD components. Scary shit.
I’ve gotten to the point over the past few days where I really don’t care what they call it. His academic ability means he will never need special education, so it isn’t like the labels are going to follow him. All I care about at this point is that we are able to help him. That is the point behind all of this, and all that matters to me now.