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My Life Thus Far
More Right Than Wrong
It's a little after 11pm and I just got home about half an hour ago. I'm exhausted. Today was a good day, but very long and I'm slowly developing a headache. Good thing it's bedtime anyway!
It was a pretty standard day for me. Gym, Keenan's therapy, home for a little while, then work (Victoria's Secret). I did have a little heart-to-heart with Keenan's therapist (about the Autism thing). Holly Ridge (Keenan's therapy center) doesn't feel that Keenan is truly Autistic. Keenan's doctor thinks he might be. I've decided to go with the developmental experts that have been treating him for the better part of two years (over the general practitioner). I like Keenan's pediatrician a lot, but he's not an expert in developmental delays. He knows enough to have made the right call in getting Keenan into Holly Ridge (which I appreciate very much), but in the depths of my heart - as his mother. I don't honestly think Keenan is Autistic. He's just too empathetic. Too caring. Too... present in daily life to have such a major disability and me not know it all this time. I'm done trying to put a label on what's wrong with him and instead I intend to focus on what's right about him. Because there is so much more right than wrong.
Okay, I could keep on writing, but it's getting late and I need sleep. We'll continue this conversation at a later time (a time that isn't interrupting my precious sleep). Goodnight...
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