Tired. Holding on.

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Sitting with my baby girl. I’m so tired. Tired of crying. Tired of feeling like I have to justify my every thought or idea or decision. So I will sit here with one of my babies, one who loves me as I am and pray for a better tomorrow.

Blogging from my Android….probably from the bathroom.

Love and Blessings, The Tadey

The Process is so slow.

Today DD10 has her second appointment with the Doc. Well, I don’t think she’s actually a “Doctor”, and quite frankly this entire title thing has me confused because my counselor is Dr. M but I’m not sure what the Dr. part is referring to and even if he has a Doctorate in something I don’t think DD’s “doc” does but for simplicity I’m just going to call her the Doc.

I thought when I called the A***** PSYCHOLOGICAL A******* place that all the docs would be actual Doctors but I guess not. Either way, DD likes her and even though she’s not my favorite person in the world she does seem to be knowledgeable and have a sincere desire to help.

In our first appointment, Doc M suggested we try a new parenting book, and asked me if Mr. B and I had ever had DD evaluated for Asperger’s.  When I said no, but that we had both suspected it (as had her pediatrician at one point), she recommended two of her colleagues that could do a neuro-behavioral evaluation for us.  Well, I have made that appointment but it isn’t until March and even then it’s just the initial consultation visit.

In the meantime I just keep reading and reading and seeking support and aside from one or two women who have spoken with me, I am mostly getting -nothing. I don’t know if my tweets and such are being lost in the shuffle (I do realize people have lives more important than just sitting around waiting for my tweets!!!) or if I’m just not asking the right things. I almost feel like since I don’t have a concrete confirmed YEP THAT IS IT from someone yet that people don’t want me hanging around the club house. (Yes, I am aware of how ridiculous this sounds. Welcome to my brain)

Every thing in me says we’re on the right track. Every thing in me says I should be evaluated as well, but wonders what it would matter.

The process is so slow. I’m impatient, she’s struggling, I’m struggling, we’re tired.

Right now the thought of taking all four kids to that office in two hours terrifies me.

I should go wash my jeans.

Love and Blessings, The Tadey