Waiting and Wednesdays, D-day is here.

Wednesdays come along fairly predictably

It's generally every seven days or so.

You could even say Wednesday is a once-a-week sort of a thing.

This Wednesday, however, seems to have taken it's own sweet time. 

In some ways this last week has taken forever, the time between knowing when the appointment was and getting there. 

In other ways this Wednesday has taken 20 months - from first appointment to answers.

In yet more ways today has taken years - from first worries and wonderings to not just knowing, but hearing someone tell us "officially."

We had appointments at CAMHs today. 

It was always going to be tricky, because we had consecutive appointments for J and M.  Whilst one was in with us and the professionals, the other was left under the baleful eye of the receptionist.  As it turned out though, bringing both boys Hudls and some sweets meant that neither caused any stress when out there alone.

Today we had the reports from the boys ADOS assessments - well, officially we did.  We had seen the reports already, but the lady who sent them to us covered-up the fact that she had, and we respected that. 

With J going in first Dr Z took the lead.  She read us the concluding paragraph of the report, talked about the disastrous appointment just before Christmas, talked through the points noted at the various stages, and told us that J did indeed meet the diagnostic criteria for Autism.  She talked about needing all the different reports to be ale to see where his difficulties lay, and she complemented him on his coping strategies.  Then the play specialist who was also there (J, just to be confusing) talked with our J about what the diagnosis means, gave him the chance to ask questions, and made sure he was as OK as possible with things.  We asked for support with J's anxieties, and have some information to read, a course to go on as parents, and details of some support organisations that can help. 

Then we switched over, and it was M's turn.  He was already a bit unsettled, fidgeting and curling up in the chair.  J (play specialist) took the lead this time, and addressed M more directly - she asked him if he knew what was going on, and why we were there.  He gave half answers, and she expanded on them.  Then she gave a round up of the various reports / assessments, again reading concluding paragraphs to us all.  M, we were told, was easier to diagnose, and again a diagnosis of Autism was given.  I asked about ADHD as we'd filled in some assessment forms early on in the process.  That took both Dr Z and J by surprise, but they recovered well :) Looking at the Connors form, and picking out relevant parts of other reports Dr Z agreed that there were significant indicators of ADHD, and so that was listed as a co-morbid condition.  Again M was given the chance to ask anything he wanted, as were we, and then we said goodbye.

M didn't cope well with the goodbye - there were a few tears and he became very withdrawn, but that is just the way he reacts to things that feel like endings.  Fairly soon after leaving he was fine.

At this stage we have a parenting course to go on - it wasn't pushed on us, just suggested, but there are sections that cover anxiety and anger management, both of which I feel would be helpful - and we have details of support organisations.  The files with CAMHs are closed, but we can ask to be re-referred if we feel the need at any point. 

I do feel a little as though we've been given the diagnosis, and then left on our own, but I guess now we need to see what this course offers.  Dr Z said any further help for either boy would involve medication, and neither she nor we feel that is needed right now. 

So, it's time to read, see what this course covers, see what the support organisations can offer, and research.  I feel we've left things on good terms, if I find something CAMHs can offer, I have no qualms asking for it. 

The real gain though is that knowledge.  As a family we've bent around the boys pointy-bits for ever.  We know them, and love them.  We also know that working around the issues makes life easier and quieter!  So for us, the knowledge is a reassurance - we've not done anything wrong, we've not compounded anything - but for those outside the immediate family, I hope this will make a big difference.  M and J go to Cubs and Scouts.  I know the organisation has policies in place for helping children with SEN, now we have back-up to insist the group follow those policies.  Looking further ahead I think that M and J will need support if they want to take qualifications, this official diagnosis will help with that too.  In the more immediate term, when we go places there can be more recognition of their individuality - the fact they need a little more time, a little more space, that some things are harder for them.

Lastly, but really it should be firstly, the self-knowledge that they are not less, wrong or broken, just different.  Now we have that certainty we can help them understand their differences and hopefully understand their struggles too.

So, it may have taken forever to get here, but I kinda like this Wednesday . . .