In the Beginning (part one of our journey with Asperger’s)
So how did all of this start?
Back in late October/early November 2009, Z was attending a three-day-a-week, half-day preschool, partly because I thought he needed more interaction with other kids but mostly because I really needed a break during the week. I had been a SAHM for over a year with a difficult baby (S) and an even more difficult toddler (Z). I desperately wanted to go back to work and was finding it difficult to find a job (thank you, economic downturn).
And then, it happened. I got an offer for a director position that was an amazing fit. It was a quick transition; they called me on a Monday and my first day was the following Monday. Luckily I had everything teed up in terms of full-time child care and I quickly rearranged our lives so I could start immediately.
The Beginning came while I was on my way to the office for the first time the Friday before my start date. Z’s preschool was having their parent/teacher meetings and even though he wasn’t going to continue going to that school I decided it would be great to get some outside feedback on how he was doing. I figured I’d stop by, meet with his teachers for 10 minutes and then head to the office to bring cupcakes to the team, introduce myself and fill out some paperwork.
Nothing they told me in that meeting was a surprise. Z didn’t like being around other kids. He didn’t like getting dirty. He didn’t like wearing hats. He took inappropriate risks on the playground. He was defiant. Well, yeah, sure. That’s Z. He’s an independent little guy who loves to run, just like his Daddy. And he’s a helluva terrible two. What did surprise me was that all of these things were warning signs of potential sensory issues. The teachers suggested I contact Project Enlightenment to set up an evaluation and to read the “Out of Sync Child.” Out of Sync? Who the hell are you to call my kid out of sync? And what the hell is Sensory Processing Disorder?
I left the parent/teacher meeting numb and a little shell-shocked. On my way to the office, I called J and told him what they had said. Both of us were (to say the least) a little perplexed and unsettled. BUT, I had to put my game face on and walk into my new office fired up to meet them and ready to take on the world.
Looking back I find it ironic that at the same time my “MBA” life gets back on track, my “MOM” life gets derailed.
Next time: Hurry Up and Wait (part 2 of our journey with Asperger’s). In case you missed Rebecca’s first post, I Know How I’m Going to Die.
Rebecca lives in Denver, CO where she spends her days wrangling 2 kids, a dog and a husband, working part time and enjoying Colorado as much as possible. She even manages to eek out some time to write in her blog, MBA Mommy where she talks about…you guessed it….wrangling 2 kids, a dog and a husband, working part time and enjoying Colorado as much as possible! Photo