When I think back to MJ’s first few years of therapy, it reminds me of a war movie. It was MJ against his therapists! Any therapist! He would scream, run away, throw things, and cry for the ENTIRE SESSION. We would always make sure we got to the appointments on time and only on time. We could not get there early because MJ would totally destroy the waiting area. It used to be torture sitting there and watching the “combat” taking place. It would totally take us to a sad, defeated place.
Have times changed! Yesterday MJ had his re-evaluation at the physical therapist’s office. He was cooperative and allowed the therapist to do her job. He did all activities asked of him, answered questions the best that he could, and was overall very pleasant. When it came time for me to answer questions about home life, he sat quietly and colored until we were done. This past year he has met the goal of trying at least 3 new foods. He also met the goal of being able to fasten and clasp all types buttons and zippers. When the therapist asked me about the goal we had of him making some of his own meals, I laughed. Is she serious? I told her that he will try to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich only when we force him to. She also asked about the dreaded shoe laces and we both agreed that is a goal we need to continue for this year. I’ll get the final results next week after she calculates how he did on some of the tests she administered. I find myself once again reflecting and being extremely grateful that there is no more “war” when it comes to therapy. It has finally become…Peace.