Well today has come and gone. I'm sitting in my clean house playing borderlands on the computer I built. Everyone is sleeping, just me and Maggie (my staffy) hanging out on the couch.
The help me grow people were very nice. Emmett John will probably be referred to the autism clinic. He did very well and they enjoyed their time with him. She comes back on Monday for more paperwork cause she didn't want to overwhelm us.
I don't think my family really takes this seriously or are simply in denial because I haven't heard from anyone today. Not one person called to see how it went. These kinds of things contribute to the feeling of isolation. Only another "autistic" parent would understand what today was like for us. With the exception of our very pregnant friend Nikky and her beautiful family.
I just don't know how I feel about today. I know I feel sick because it's obvious that Emmett John is at least developmentally delayed. On the positive side our "case worker" if you will, is going to work on getting us waivers in order to replace our fence and then enclose the entire property in order to give the kids a safe place to play without the idiots across the street saying disgusting things about them. That would be a big relief anyway.
Well back to Borderlands and I have a few promises to keep for Elliott Richard tonight.
LT
