It came this past week. The diagnosis we’ve hung around and waited on for several years now. It’s the developmental disability we’ve been certain of, but were uncertain for a long time whether we really needed to pursue an “official,” “on-paper” diagnosis, because LABELS and LIMITS and ASSUMPTIONS.
But we did it, and it’s real. Isaac has High Functioning Autism Spectrum Disorder (formerly diagnosed as Asperger’s Syndrome).
If you know Isaac, you know he’s very, very high-functioning. So much so that if you’re not familiar with the intricacies of Autism and you and I have had any previous interaction about Isaac’s symptoms, you may have struggled to believe me when I’ve told you we believe he’s on the Spectrum.
The doctors who evaluated Isaac also diagnosed him with Sensory Processing Disorder, and maintained his previous Generalized Anxiety Disorder diagnosis. They put to rest our concerns about other potential psychiatric diagnoses for him at this point, for which we are just, oh y’all, so relieved and grateful.
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