Last Thursday my husband and I made the journey to take Beans to see his developmental pediatrician. To be fair, it's only about a 40 minute drive from our home, but getting Beans there is a journey in, and of itself.
First, I have to actually obtain an appointment
with the the doctor. She is one of the only doctors who can diagnosis,
and 'treat' autism in our state. You can imagine what her schedule looks
like. When I initially called a few weeks ago I was originally given a
January date. Umm... no. My son is not in a place where he can wait that
long. He is having some really serious self injurious behaviors, and I need
him to see the doctor. Soon. So, I explained the situation. I said
there was no way my son can wait 5 months. He's not a new patient. He's
been her patient for over 7 years, and I have only brought him in 2 in
the last 7 years. This is an emergency. She checked with the nurses, and
found that there was an opening due to a cancellation in a few weeks. I
really didn't want to wait a few weeks, but it's better than months!
I get the appointment, and the day comes to get together to see the
doctor. I forget how terrified he is of the whole process. We get there,
and he doesn't want to exit the van.