And before I get too deep into this post, he’s doing well. I’d say he’s even doing “good.” Not great but good. (Which is miles away from where we were this time last year, pre a diagnosis and having just abruptly pulled him from an therapy assisted pre-k class room - he’d stopped speaking completely first at school and then at home.)I just feel like ... I’m lugging around this weight in my chest. He was sent home last week with a progress report of sorts. It had about 15 line items - does he try to write his name, does he recognize other student’s emotions, that sort of thing.Of the 15 there were Xs on about 12 of them. Meaning he either failed to perform the desired behavior (not outlining a printed image of his name) or simply fails to grasp a point completely (like understanding or being moved by the emotions of others).It’s like, some days I think he’s just like the other kids but needs a little more time to warm up, and other days, It’s so obvious something is a little different about him.I see him struggling to make friends and it’s killing me. We’ve tried sports but it’s too organized. We tried jujitsu because he’s very physical - and because I have a fear of eventual bullying - but they told us to come back in 6 months to see if he matures a little more.I’m jealous. I’m jealous of the parents walking their kid to class and carrying on a full conversation with them. And I’m afraid he will live in this weird gray area of life forever.I just needed to get this off my chest. Today was a little tougher than usual. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2mlLSG4
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