what can I say about my day today...
It started off ok though. The kids did great during their swimming lessons this morning. Everyone ate a decent lunch. Olivia had a nap.
But at 2 pm it started a rapid decline.
2 pm was the time Aiden and I walked into the mental health office for his assessment meeting. I left my poor husband with Olivia hysterical and Owen sobbing because I was leaving them behind. We drive the two minutes to the mental health office and as we are walking in the door my son begins acting up. We met with a very nice social worker who had the super fun job of trying to figure out where, if anywhere, to send my son next to get him some help.
Aiden acted like he typically does in uncomfortable situations... dreadfully. He refused to sit in the chair. He refused to answer the social worker's questions. He refused to draw the picture of our family that she asked him to draw. He got incredibly goofy and said the word "bum" about a hundred times and proceeded to spank himself and laugh hysterically. He rolled on the floor and pretended to be a snake. He called me names. He even LICKED the poor woman's window. Nice.
We had been there less than 20 minutes and she said "well, I definitely think you are on the right track in trying to get your son some help".
ya. thanks. I knew that. I've only been trying for the past 2 years to get someone to listen to me.
Then she told me she thinks Aiden might have Asperger's Syndrome.
So she told me she wants my son to see a child psychiatrist in the city (3 hours away). But in order to do that we need a referral from our family doctor. So she wrote down the name of the psychiatrist she wants us to see and we left the meeting.
I got home and called our family physician and asked her for the referral.
She said no.
She is instead going to refer us to a pediatrician in a different city. Which could take several weeks to get into. Then if he thinks it is necessary he will refer us to the psychiatrist of his choosing. And THAT of course will take several months.
So I called the social worker back to tell her that her plans had been foiled. I'm sure she'll enjoy getting that voice mail tomorrow morning.
The crazy part of all of this is that if ANYONE had listened to me YEARS ago we could have been DONE all of this. But no.
And that is only ONE of the super crappy things that happened today.
That'll teach me for getting out of bed in the morning.