Thursday, February 2, 2012

A diagnosis

My son has Aspergers.

He isn't any different today than he was a week ago, but now he has Aspergers. Now he has an explanation. It's like putting glasses on. I keep looking at him thinking "of course, it makes so much sense...".

We didn't rush to this diagnosis. It's been a long year since we started seeking professional help. It's been a long 3 years dealing with his "quirky" behaviors. I knew in my gut that he was different. I knew he saw things different, felt them different, understands things different.

He's always been him. Now we understand why we don't understand. Now we can learn how to understand.

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