So many of us know the red-tape. You go to the doctors and you say, “Look at my child, I think they have Autism,” and you know. They just refuse to say it. The last straw for me was when I was in a doctor’s office with one of my twins who was 5 or 6 and still not talking much at all. He was sitting there, rocking back and forth, wearing a Pull Up. The doctor came in and the child already had an accident on himself. I was changing my 5 or 6 year old child in their office. He looks at me and commented on how he has missed all his milestones.
I honestly was lost. My children rocked. They hummed. They did not talk. They lined everything up from one end of a room to another, I had nothing they would not tear up. They screamed. All the time. About nothing. I was tired.
I had some very nosey neighbors. They would complain on my dog to the city. They would complain on my screaming children. They complained all the time. Animal control came out for my barking dog. A knock came at the door.
I was not home. The stress had made it impossible to even be in the same home with the two of us and the four kids, when two just were not functioning. The kids dad came where I was and told me CPS was at the house and they had a complaint that I had two small children so neglected, neither one could even speak. They were coming the next day to see the kids and both parents.
When CPS comes into your home, it is scary. It is invasive. There is nothing worse than knowing you have your children being filmed by strangers in rooms without you answering questions when they barely talk. I heard part of the interview with Matt and I was horrified that every question they asked from does your mommy hit you to are you being inappropriately touched was yes. Every answer, every one, yes.
They talked to us after the interview. I was so scared. They told me my children’s answers to their questions. I already knew this. They asked me if I had been working with my children. I handed them a stack of workbooks and coloring books and flash cards. Then one spoke up.
“I think your children may have Autism,” I knew it was not her area of expertise. I kind of went numb then I started crying and I said, “I have been saying this since they were 3 months old. No one is listening.”
Our case was closed right then. They asked me if I wanted help finding a diagnosis, and I said I did. That was when Presbyterian Family services came in and changed our life. I am forever grateful for our nosey neighbor. I have a lot of respect for CPS. And Presbyterian Family Services in Corsicana helps so many people, we are 5.
Excuse my typos. This is the kind of blog you just write and do not read again. If you need any information on any of these resources, we can help you on Sam’s Voice https://www.facebook.com/samsvoice.autism.
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