So the stock market’s gone crazy. Warships are on our doorstep. (Venezuela.) The presidental race has brought out more vigorous discussion than I’ve even see around an election. The sky is falling and the nation is going to hell in a handbasket.
But all this suddenly fades into the background when a parent’s been told their kid is autistic. Or has ADD/ADHD. Or, yeah…..fill in the blank. There’s plenty of labels to choose from.
Suddenly that election seems pretty trivial. And all of a sudden Hugo Chavez is just another annoying barking dog. (Maybe a really good shock collar would take care of him, eh?)
When you’re a parent, kid concerns supersedes everything else. Especially when you’ve just been told the Light of Your Life is defective. And not that that diagnosis was a big surprise either. You had a feeling…or a teacher told you something was amiss and you headed to the docs.
So you’re relieved. It wasn’t “just you.” You’ve got a real live diagnosis and modern medicine to help you in your unique challenges. Things will get better quick, right?
Not so fast. This is a journey. And like life, there’s up and downs and usually, no easy answers.
First thing to do: Take a deep breath. And then take another deep breath and inventory the uniqueness of your child.
And then what????
I’ll write more this week. We’re in the middle of getting ready for a big move!