Today I woke up excited for a couple of reasons. One being that it is the last day in a 16 days stretch that I have to work, but the second, and more important reason, that I was finally going to meet with an Autism specialist from Boston Medical Center to tell me about all the resources in the area.
My appointment was scheduled for 9:30am and at 9:15am I received a call letting me know that unfortunately she wouldn’t be able to make it today and she would need to reschedule. This appointment took two weeks to set up and we are now 25 days out from learning about his diagnosis. We have had little to no success; this was my one glimmer of hope that things were finally going to start to come together.
It’s moments like this that I just want to scream out in frustration. I am trying to be so strong and handle of this with grace, but I also just want to help my son. The day we received the diagnosis the doctor told us how great it was that they were able to discover this so early because the resources at his age would be able to do so much for him. Right now it feels like none of these services will ever start so all we did was catch it early with no support.
Trying to challenge good thoughts to turn this negative situation into a positive one.