So, DS's ABA (autism) therapist recommended that I find Dixon a typical playmate with whom she could do some sessions to teach him how to play. This was a tall order; Dixon's only "friends," are from school and he attends an early intervention program where all the children have issues. I have a friend who offered her typical son, but he's one of those kids who just doesn't have the patience to handle a kid who can't interact to his level.
Toward the end of the summer, I happened to meet another mom in the neighborhood. Her son is Dixon's age and the two boys seemed to hit it off the one time they saw eachother. Her son was very patient and happy to do whatever DS indicated he wanted to do. And he didn't seem to mind that DS didn't answer his questions or talk much. He was perfect!
I struggled with getting the courage to ask this practical stranger if I could borrow her normal son to hep with DS's therapy. Every time I picked up the phone, I chickened out. I finally worked up the nerve and we made a date. I arranged for the therapist to come and I was patting myself on the back for getting over my hangups and getting what my son needed arranged for him.
But she called the day of and cancelled. She didn't even give any kind of excuse, just something about "We need some down time today." Agh! I had already told DS that the other boy would be coming over to play, not that he seemed to know what I was saying, but still! And I really feel like a TOOL - Like *I* got stood up, too!
I ran into her a couple of days after that and she said we could reschedule, and I was maybe a little too enthusiastic, telling her to call me and let me know what day worked best. "We can't wait to hear from you!" That was a week ago. She hasn't called.
This has brought up all kinds of things that I thought I was kind of over. I'm so sad for DS that he doesn't have any friends. I'm so sad for myself that I don't have any friends locally that I can count on to help with this kind of thing! I'm noticing more and more how different DS is, and what a struggle we face as he reaches school age.
And I'm realizing that I am so ALONE in this! DH isn't involved in the child-rearing, and doesn't care to be. When he's home, he's watching tv and letting DS slip farther and farther into his own world. I'm the one that has to be constantly engaged in Miracle Worker-esque work and therapy and more work... sigh...
The kicker? I got an email from the ABA therapist. She's quitting.