Short, sweet, and to the point.
Today was Jp’s first appointment with his new speech therapist. Now, this office, unlike the fancy, hippy one that I had him originally, is much more clinical. Which I like. I did not need more sunshine blown up my tookus. I wanted some answers.
And today -for the first time since this journey began- I finally received some in a way that I could understand. With DSM number classifications and all.
Diagnosed Language Disorders:
Moderate Mixed Expressive-Receptive Language Disorder– (communication impairment)
Articulation Disorder– (speech sound impairment)
With referrals for ABA and Developmental follow-ups, of course, to address the deficits in pragmatic language and behavioral issues.
While the words mean close to nothing to the happiness to our family…they mean everything as it keeps the insurance company from being able to sit far, far away and decide (having never met him) whether or not he deserves the help he needs to succeed.
So I will take it. Labels are for red tape…not for love.
I'm just living minute to minute, hour to hour, day to day.