Think this was our 4th, maybe 5th CDC with Dylan. When I was told that it would be a different paediatrician than my normal one who has seen Dylan since he was 16 months old I was a bit annoyed. I was told that they didn’t know when she would be back in so I obviously took the appointment that was offered to me to help to progress through everything.
Whenever we attend any appointment with Dylan we tend to wait in the car until two minutes before the appointment to go in. This is due to Dylan getting extremely worked up if we have to wait in a strange room with other people in, so we have found that this is the best way to ensure that he keeps nice and settled before hand. When we went for this appointment though they were 20 minutes late. Dylan waited a lot better than he ever has at the very start but then he started to get more and more anxious and after 10 minutes I was back to doing the usual of walking up and down the hallway trying to stop him screaming and to calm him. Ad went out to ask them what was going on and was told that at the start of every CDC they always discuss for 20 minutes. Now I have been to my fair share of CDCs and this has never been the case and was even more frustrating knowing that they were in that room beside the waiting room with the two-way mirror being able to hear and see how worked up Dylan was getting.
Eventually they came to get us and it was the new paediatrician that we hadn’t ever met, as soon as we sat down she asked such a ridiculous question especially seeing as they had supposedly been chatting about Dylan for the 20 mins we were waiting .. she started off with-
“So, what are you concerned about?”
I just started to cry. Not huge sobbing crying because I was keeping myself together in front of everyone but I looked at her and replied with one word – Everything.
I composed myself a little, but I did go on a little rant. I wasn’t mean, or rude I just expressed how frustrated I was by everything that is going on. To be honest I think I have every right to be frustrated and everyone in the room said at the end of my little rant that they could honestly understand why I was so frustrated.
Dylan was first seen at the children’s centre when he was he was 16 months old, he was referred at 13 months old. Even from the very first appointment we have been told that he is autistic and that he would need to attend a special needs school.
When we first went we were told that it is great that Dylan got referred so early as Early Intervention can make a huge difference to a child… but we have seen none of that. Not a single thing until very recently when speech therapy started 2 weeks ago.
We have also been told that the waiting for an official diagnosis is a lot longer than it is meant to be. You are meant to be seen and have the diagnosis within 12 weeks of doing the parent interview… we have been told that it will be a 9+ month wait.
I mean, we need this official diagnosis as much as professionals keep telling us that he is severely autistic my heart and mind are going through daily and sometimes even hourly battles over this. This is destroying my mental health, putting huge strains on our relationship and causing out family to suffer.
We were told that he may not get a place in a special needs nursery because the wait list at the moment is really long to get official statement done and we were told to not get our hopes up for him to get a nursery placement.
I mean COME ON!! We were apparently referred at the earliest stage possible to the education board so that we could get this done and sorted and not have to fight and wait for this like everything else, but now we have been told this. What the hell else am I meant to do?
Everything is just not right and something needs done about it.
Who can I contact for help?
I need this all sorted so I can then concentrate on sorting myself so I can be the best mother possible to my kids, to know how to help Dylan the best I can… This isn’t fair on our family and many others I know going through this.
Also, to add, Dylan needs a new high chair, he is too heavy for his current one and without being strapped in Dylan will not eat food. He does not seek food or enjoy food, but the NHS will not provide us with one or even help us to get one because it is classed as a restraint. Same as a car seat, its classed as a physical restraint but they have told me that they know Dylan needs one as he escapes from a seatbelt and that it isn’t safe.
Since when did a child’s safety & well-being stop being the main concern??
Sorry I went off on a bit of a rant… but I hope you can understand why, and if you know where I can go for support and advice to push these things further forward please do get in contact.