Well, it feels like a slight case of deja vu, but this morning I took B (Small Boy) to see the community paediatrician in the first step of looking for some answers.
After various chats with a couple of very good friends, and a meeting with the Head Teacher of his school, we are all agreed that the most likely scenario is that B is also on the autism spectrum. There are only so many times you can hear the words “he’s so like his brother at that age” before you realise you’ve been so caught up in dealing with everyday life in a neuro-diverse household that you might possibly have overlooked one of the members.
Actually, that’s not true. We’ve not overlooked him – there is no way anyone could ignore our Small Boy – too loud and in your face bless him, but we have probably been guilty of thinking him badly behaved rather than autistically behaved, and there is a world of difference between the two.
So, with the backing of school, and the accepted knowledge that we do generally know what we’re talking about, the paediatrician is sending us the colossal booklet of questions that I remember filling in about Teen Boy when he was younger, and the whole process starts up again.
I’m sure if in the future we walk away from a meeting with a diagnosis, there will be a period of adjustment and possibly even anger or disappointment, but I’m wise enough to know that it won’t last and our beautiful boy will revert to being “just B” , but with a little more support and understanding in this confusing and anxiety-inducing neuro-typical world he’s forced to live in.