"Has he been treated for these issues?"
I'm sick of doctors. I'm tired of their waiting rooms, with tattered children's books of questionable intellectual merit and greying mismatched toys. I'm sick of explaining again and again my son's medical history, intellectual and social development, recapping his entire life within 15 minutes, praying that I haven't left out anything significant.
"Why don't you shine a tiny light into his ears? I don't think he's cured yet, maybe that will help" I want to shout, dripping sarcasm all over the inoffensive tan carpets, splattering my increasing cynicism on the walls, laden with proof of their certified competancy.
Nothing ever gets done.
"It's best to catch these things early"
Early. When he's screamed for 20 hours straight for the 6th week in a row and he's only 7 weeks old? Not that early. How about when he's barely walking and retaining his bowels and goes into fits of pure terror when you go through an automatic door or take an escalator? Not then either. You mean like, when he's 3 years old and throwing temper tantrums that convincingly mirror demonic possession? Clearly not. Howabout when a concerned mother brings their 5 year old to you, because noone can understand what he's saying most of the time, he won't make eye contact and has stepped up the tantrums to such a degree that her face is perpetually bruised. Nope. When he has a debilitating migraine at seven, we'll shine lights in his ears. We'll ask if he's ever been treated, we'll pretend to care.
"Yep, that's a migraine alright." Thanks, you overpaid goober. Clearly I need to put a pencil grip on his pencil, stock up on ibuprofen and hope he adjusts.
I'm tired of it.
I'm fucking numb.
I don't remember the names of all the doctors who have heard these reports. There's been too fucking many of them. Who cares what THEY thought? I'm asking YOU. What do YOU think? None of them seem to think anything at all. They all want to know what other doctors have said. Every. Last. One. Of. Them. Why yes, that does include the first.
"Let me write you a referral. This neurologist is highly lauded. This psychologist used to work for the board of education. This pediatrician specializes in that. It's a long way to go, but it's worth it."
"Now, Basil, I'm going to shine this little light into your ears. It won't hurt, I'm just taking a look."
4 comments:
dude you have every right to be angry... have you had any luck with the online support groups or anything?
it sucks that this happened with him, would that someone had a fucking clue what to do.
In terms of support groups...
I've tried a few, here and there. Often the people in them are so different from me in so many ways, all we really have in common is that our kids both do some wierd shit or another.
I do read a blog or two of women with similarly high-needs kids, unfortunately their kids are younger. They're going through the same things, but if anyone's got advice, it's me, having been there already..
OH...I probably have more to say, but D just got home and I imagine he'll want his computer.
How old is he? Does he have times when he's OK?
I hate the fact that our doctors are paid in 15 minute increments. It's great if you have a cold or need a prescription, but if you have a real problem, then what?
The GPs are probably right to refer him to a specialist, going by what you have said. Can't the specialists figure it out?
Mike, you know, I SWEAR I responded to this...
how odd.
In brief, He has times when he's a very typical kid and times when he's far from typical.
He's high strung, pretty much all the time. My frustration is in all the time spent "assessing" noone seems that interested in "treating"
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