My son, A.J., was born full term. His apgar score was perfect. I was one of those crazy first time moms that read all the books. One day when he was around two months old I tried to get him to turn his head when I called his name or when he heard the noise (anyway). I feared for his hearing at first until his pediatrician checked it and it was fine. He ate well and was cuddly like a baby should be. He was the "perfect" baby in many ways. When he was nearly a year old I took him outside with me and he wouldn't play in the grass. It was almost as if he were afraid of it. You could place him on a blanket in a yard and he wouldn't step on the grass. He started speaking a little bit.. Then one day it was gone. I started noticing a lack of eye contact. He would give me backwards hugs. He was obsessed with foam letters. They were his favorite toys and he would carry them around in his little hands.
I feared that he may have Autism like his dad's brother at that point. I read on the subject over and over. I discussed Autism with his pediatrician and I was told that he was too happy to have Autism. That's when I started just looking for video's and pictures. I saw that they had no basis or foundation for their statement. I demanded a referral and finally I was beginning a journey that I continue today. Eight months later (and 8 different appointments at the Cincinnati's childrens hospital) I received the dreaded diagnosis that I knew was coming.... Classic Autism.... Sensory integration disorder.. among others...
My son is now 11. A.J. is 80% mainstreamed. He makes decent grades except math. He just doesn't like it. I try to lead him in the correct direction with social behavior... I don't always do the right things I'm sure but I'm here doing my best. I'm here for him which is what he needs the most.
Ironton, OH
