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My New Mantra

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Today is my 200th post, which I think allows me to call myself a prolific blogger, because I like using big words.

As you might gather from the opening, I’m in a much more upbeat mood.  Having got my fears off my chest in yesterday’s post, I proceeded through the appointment with stoic calm.  I tend to handle stressful situations pretty well, I’m not a bad person to have around in a crisis, or even after a crisis.  But there is probably nobody worse to be around before a seismic event.  Leading up to that point, I blow things out of proportion, I worry about the worst case scenario, I am doom and gloom.  So a simple appointment at the hospital causes momentary panic, and then I deal.  It may not be the best strategy for dealing with life’s twists and turns, but there you go.  Having called into question my ability to deal with Pudding’s needs, I was calm, rational and prepared by the time we got there.

Pudding woke up with a cold.  I’m not going to use that as an excuse for the results of her testing because:

  1. We did not accompany her for the testing, and  won’t find out for a few weeks how she performed, she could have done really well for all I know.
  2. There is always something.  If not a cold, then a bad night, or she was out-of-sync, or something would mean she wasn’t on top form.  Top form days are awesome, but they are rare.  Let us use this day as our baseline, however it turns out.
  3. The testing is not carried out to send me into a vortex of despair, much as I may have thought that in the wee hours of the morning.  It is to determine which interventions will be the most useful to her at this stage.  The vortex of despair is just an added bonus, for those who like to see me lose my composure.  I must admit, it is quite funny.
  4. It is the best we can do with what we have.  Really, I should have come to that reason first and stuck there.  I might just end my next 200 posts with that sentence.

As we were not, in any way, questioning the validity of her ASD diagnosis, we got to skip a lot of repeat testing, and just concentrate on her current performance.  Her part was over very quickly.  In fact, the psychologist commented on just how difficult it is to keep up with her, so quickly did she move through the tasks.  Yes, you don’t have to tell me that!

We’ll get all the results when we return in May, but as much as they mattered to me when I couldn’t bring myself to complete the forms, I honestly am not concerned now.  At the beginning of the meeting, the psychologist asked why we were there, and instantly I felt relieved.  Oh yes, the panic was for a reason.  I’d almost forgotten we were there for something!

I asked for their expert advice on preparing Pudding for the move to South Africa.  I told them that we’d found a great preschool program that I’m happy with, but asked what else we need to put in place to best facilitate her development.  We answered many questions about her strengths and weaknesses, and the good and bad parts about the services she is currently receiving.  I’m confident that they now have a pretty good idea about our girl and where she is now, and will help us to help her reach her full potential.

I’m optimistic about the move, and assured that we’ll be able to prepare her as best we can.  We do the best we can with what we have.  Today what we have looks like a whole lot more than yesterday.  We have 102 days to get it right, and every day I’m going to repeat my new mantra.  You can join in too.

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April 22, 2011 at 7:00 am

Take my advice…

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September 21, 2010 at 6:59 am