A week ago (as most of you know) we had to commit our son for psychiatric evaluation due to his autism spectrum disorder (Asperger's Syndrome)...
The first few days with him gone were hell on Tracy and I as parents....plain hell...
After the first few days of evaluation, the Dr. thought it best to put him on some type of medication for anxiety. She feels if the anxiety is controlled, he will be less rigid and not get as frustrated which is why he has explosive emotional outbursts....
Sigh...I have always been dead set against such medications. I did not want my son's bright sparkling personality to change. I didnt want him to lose the sharp sarcastic wit that lets me know how much like me he is...
I did not want ot lose him...I didnt want his "spark" to go out....
Reluctantly Tracy and I agreed to the medical treatment...another in a long line of "hardest decision of our lives" choices that we have been faced with this past year...
The day he began to take the meds we went to see him as usual....His eyes were empty--his facial expression bland...
there was no excitement in his voice when he spoke...
nothing of my son was there.....
his "spark" was gone......
We had our meeting with the Dr. and social worker and resisted telling them to take him off the meds....
I had prayed for guidance in this and had to follow this path...
today (2 days later) we went to visit yet again and it was as if my boy had never gotten sick, never been away,,,he was laughing, joking, hugging, loving, and doing all the things he always did to let us know how much he loves us..
I give thanks to God for watching over him and giving us the strength to make the tough decisions that are "for his own good" even when they dont sit well within me...
To top things off, we received a letter today from the school board in town to let us know that he has been accepted to the magnet school that he desperately wanted to get into...
So he will be able to attend a great school for grades 6-8 and they will continue where his current school leaves off in helping him to cope and make it through...
The social worker at the psych Unit is working on setting up an after school group program for him to participate in so that we can bring him home soon and get him going....
If you could have seen the look of pure joy on his face when he read the acceptance letter it would have brightened your day almost as much as it did mine....
It was more priceless a look than any given by him on any Christmas morning...
I give thanks to God for answering my prayers and for sending me the good friends I have made within this community to help me to be strong when I feel weak and to make me smile when I am on the brink of dispair...
Life has been dishing out a lot of crap to many of our friends here and outside of the community this past year or so.....
It is good to know we have each other to vent to, talk with, or just to share a quick message with and know that someone is there that will listen cause they really care....
I give thanks to God..........
The first few days with him gone were hell on Tracy and I as parents....plain hell...
After the first few days of evaluation, the Dr. thought it best to put him on some type of medication for anxiety. She feels if the anxiety is controlled, he will be less rigid and not get as frustrated which is why he has explosive emotional outbursts....
Sigh...I have always been dead set against such medications. I did not want my son's bright sparkling personality to change. I didnt want him to lose the sharp sarcastic wit that lets me know how much like me he is...
I did not want ot lose him...I didnt want his "spark" to go out....
Reluctantly Tracy and I agreed to the medical treatment...another in a long line of "hardest decision of our lives" choices that we have been faced with this past year...
The day he began to take the meds we went to see him as usual....His eyes were empty--his facial expression bland...
there was no excitement in his voice when he spoke...
nothing of my son was there.....
his "spark" was gone......
We had our meeting with the Dr. and social worker and resisted telling them to take him off the meds....
I had prayed for guidance in this and had to follow this path...
today (2 days later) we went to visit yet again and it was as if my boy had never gotten sick, never been away,,,he was laughing, joking, hugging, loving, and doing all the things he always did to let us know how much he loves us..
I give thanks to God for watching over him and giving us the strength to make the tough decisions that are "for his own good" even when they dont sit well within me...
To top things off, we received a letter today from the school board in town to let us know that he has been accepted to the magnet school that he desperately wanted to get into...
So he will be able to attend a great school for grades 6-8 and they will continue where his current school leaves off in helping him to cope and make it through...
The social worker at the psych Unit is working on setting up an after school group program for him to participate in so that we can bring him home soon and get him going....
If you could have seen the look of pure joy on his face when he read the acceptance letter it would have brightened your day almost as much as it did mine....
It was more priceless a look than any given by him on any Christmas morning...
I give thanks to God for answering my prayers and for sending me the good friends I have made within this community to help me to be strong when I feel weak and to make me smile when I am on the brink of dispair...
Life has been dishing out a lot of crap to many of our friends here and outside of the community this past year or so.....
It is good to know we have each other to vent to, talk with, or just to share a quick message with and know that someone is there that will listen cause they really care....
I give thanks to God..........
