A psychological exam can always be pretty terrifying, but when it is your 5 or 6 year old children who are getting one, that terror is amplified.
We had come so far. We just needed our diagnosis.
I remember the drive to Waxahache. We were discussing the possibility that this may be a three day appointment, and we were discussing how we would go about doing it. It was not that it was far from Kerens to Waxahache, it was not the time spent. The issue was the way the kids would react to being away from home three days in a row.
So, with the fear of impending “tantrums” and “strange behaviors” coming from my children during these exams, we still moved forward.
The waiting room in the office was rather unwelcoming. There were tall shelves of files stacked upon files, papers upon papers, all behind tall wooden counters to separate the front desk from the waiting area. The waiting area was 4 chairs and a small aisle to pass through. This was where we would possibly be spending three whole days. My anxiety was continuing to rise.
When we were called back to be seen, I felt much more at ease. The exam room was a light, earthy shade of green. There was a couch with calm, warm corresponding colors, and a large, matching chair for the psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist was an attractive, young, blonde woman. She had a very calm voice and her attire was pretty much in the same tone as the rest of the room.
Because of the passage of time, I do not remember much of what was done during the exam. What I do recall was that the boys had an IQ test. I am also unsure the amount of time that was spent testing. It was each boy, alone, in a room, with this very calm, very quiet woman.
Being in that waiting room with a toddler and one Autistic pre-school or kindergarten age child was the hardest part. I felt they were safe during the examination. They did get breaks, which, again, I do not remember the time frame of. What we were dealing with, though, was two children who were not really communicating with anyone. We were dealing with two very small children who were destroying the things in my home. We were dealing with children who hit themselves, threw themselves into walls, threw objects into everything, and undressed in public.
Now, we were finally where we were going to find out why.
A lot of what was said after the exam was lost to me because the passage of time. I do know she said Matthew threw himself on the floor and refused to take the test. He hummed to himself and stared at the ceiling. I recall that being said. I also recall asking how you can get an accurate IQ result on a child, but not only a child, but one with a developmental delay, and one who refused to participate. She said not to worry, she assured me she had all she needed.
Now, it was around Christmas time, and we just had to wait for the results.
If you need help getting a diagnosis, I have a list of agencies posted as one of my blogs.
Our journey did continue.
Much love, Steph and Sam’s Voice.