This is the follow up I promised telling how I took my son to the doctor for an official autism diagnosis.. And, this is basically how the visit went..
Let me start off by saying that my son has problems sitting still in school. He's very bright but, lacks the necessary discipline to carry tasks through to their completion. It began with him having bowel movement issues. At seven years old my son refuses to go poo in the potty. Poo, the only word that describes what I call his accidents but, I do digress.
He had began going number two in his pants in school for a month straight, they were calling me everyday to bring him home for the nurse can't do anything. I had to stop what I was doing, take him out of class, clean him up and bring him back. Then, after I took care of this problem by taking him to the doctor and getting laxatives.. Then, he begins behaving badly by throwing fits, hitting his classmates and stuff of this nature.
Well, I take him to the doctor hoping that the diagnosis of autism can finally help him somehow. Namely by getting help from the health department. When I get to the appointment the doctor has no clue why I am there. They have told him nothing. So, I proceed to explain his problems and everything that has been happening over the course of his life..
Let me tell you that I happened to be sick that day and I did not want to postpone the appointment because I had just waited too long as it was for lack of insurance. (Our family had recently got new insurance after not having any for a year and a half) Well, by the end of our conversation when I tell himt that my son has austism, He looks at me and asks, "Who told you that?"
And, that is when he suggested that my son exhibits the symptoms of autism and ADHD. So, he has both these things according to him and that the ADHD is supposedly his main problem and asks if I want to put my son on medication. And, I think about it and say I will try it to see if it works...
Well, needless to say that the medication did nothing for him. It made him angry, made him cry at nothing and he threw fits and screamed more. In essence, the medication did not make him pay attention. And, yet again I knew.
I knew the medication would not work. I knew that my son was autistic and that's it. No amount of drugs is going to change him, nor make him mind. The doctor was wrong from my own opinion and from the recent appointment just today, he finally told me that he is just at a loss as to what can be done for my boy. He referred me to a psychologist. I will let you know how it goes. Come by again for the next installment.